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... bird . 66 66 o , like oo , as in move . " " 00 , " " wolf . a , " " " fôrm . oo , as in foot . u , as in rumor . u , like oo , as in pull . Ô 66 SOUNDS OF U. SOUNDS OF Y. ỹ , like ī , as in fly . | ỹ , like ĭ , as in any . DIPHTHONGS ...
... bird . 66 66 o , like oo , as in move . " " 00 , " " wolf . a , " " " fôrm . oo , as in foot . u , as in rumor . u , like oo , as in pull . Ô 66 SOUNDS OF U. SOUNDS OF Y. ỹ , like ī , as in fly . | ỹ , like ĭ , as in any . DIPHTHONGS ...
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... birds are singing ; I feel happy to - day ' . I am sorry , mother ' , that I disobeyed you ' . REMEMBER that the rising inflection is often very slight , so that , in fact , the voice is merely suspended , rather than raised . II ...
... birds are singing ; I feel happy to - day ' . I am sorry , mother ' , that I disobeyed you ' . REMEMBER that the rising inflection is often very slight , so that , in fact , the voice is merely suspended , rather than raised . II ...
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... . 2. He faced the east where the sunshine streamed On the singing , sparkling sea , And he blinked with his yellow eyes that seemed All sightless and blank to be ! 3. The snow - birds swept in a whirling crowd 56 FOURTH READER .
... . 2. He faced the east where the sunshine streamed On the singing , sparkling sea , And he blinked with his yellow eyes that seemed All sightless and blank to be ! 3. The snow - birds swept in a whirling crowd 56 FOURTH READER .
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3. The snow - birds swept in a whirling crowd About him gleefully , And piped and whistled sweet and loud , But never a plume stirred he . 4. Singing they passed , and away they flew Through the brilliant atmosphere ; Cloud - like he ...
3. The snow - birds swept in a whirling crowd About him gleefully , And piped and whistled sweet and loud , But never a plume stirred he . 4. Singing they passed , and away they flew Through the brilliant atmosphere ; Cloud - like he ...
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... wings , while the darkness fell , He sat , nor spoke nor stirred , And chained , as if by a subtile spell , I mused on the wondrous bird . OUR YOUNG FOLKS . LESSON XII . A FIGHT WITH A SHARK . Road'stead 58 FOURTH READER .
... wings , while the darkness fell , He sat , nor spoke nor stirred , And chained , as if by a subtile spell , I mused on the wondrous bird . OUR YOUNG FOLKS . LESSON XII . A FIGHT WITH A SHARK . Road'stead 58 FOURTH READER .
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Page 203 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Page 202 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee Like a swarm of golden bees...
Page 150 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Page 165 - In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, — Over the brink of it, Picture it — think of it, Dissolute man ! Lave in it, drink of it. Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair...
Page 239 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 135 - O'er a' the ills o' life victorious. But pleasures are like poppies spread — You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow-fall in the river — A moment white, then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place; Or like the rainbow's lovely form, Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time nor tide : The hour approaches Tam maun ride ; That hour, o...
Page 74 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet. That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Page 199 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules ; but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct. I shall think the better of myself and thee during my life ; I for a valiant lion, and thou for a true prince.
Page 225 - The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening sky Its mute and ominous prophecy, A portent seeming less than threat, It sank from sight before it set. A chill no coat, however stout, Of homespun stuff could quite shut out...
Page 75 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore...