John Heywood's Manchester readers. [With] Key, pt.1,2, كتاب 4 |
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... sounds of the vowels , commencing with the short and more simple sounds , and then passing on to the long sounds and complex combinations of dipthongs and and consonants . In the First Book , adapted to Standard I. according to the New ...
... sounds of the vowels , commencing with the short and more simple sounds , and then passing on to the long sounds and complex combinations of dipthongs and and consonants . In the First Book , adapted to Standard I. according to the New ...
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... sounds or rumours , causing surprise and fear hu - man ' - it - y ... the exercise of kindness , & c . , prompted by ... sound of my own ! The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see ; They are so unacquainted with ...
... sounds or rumours , causing surprise and fear hu - man ' - it - y ... the exercise of kindness , & c . , prompted by ... sound of my own ! The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see ; They are so unacquainted with ...
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... sound of the church - going bell These valleys and rocks never heard , Never sighed at the sound of a knell , Or smiled when a sabbath appeared ! Ye winds , that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial ...
... sound of the church - going bell These valleys and rocks never heard , Never sighed at the sound of a knell , Or smiled when a sabbath appeared ! Ye winds , that have made me your sport , Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial ...
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... sound ' - ing ... noisy , that which can be heard schol'ar .... ... man of learning and ability sud ' - den - ly ..in a moment cun ' - ning ... skilfully contrived , out of the way Died April 23 , 1850 . cush ' - ion ... a kind of soft ...
... sound ' - ing ... noisy , that which can be heard schol'ar .... ... man of learning and ability sud ' - den - ly ..in a moment cun ' - ning ... skilfully contrived , out of the way Died April 23 , 1850 . cush ' - ion ... a kind of soft ...
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... sound of the eight o'clock bell . Come now we ' ll to bed ! and when we are there He may work his own will , and what shall we care ? He may knock at the door - we ' ll not let him in ; May drive at the windows - we ' ll laugh at his ...
... sound of the eight o'clock bell . Come now we ' ll to bed ! and when we are there He may work his own will , and what shall we care ? He may knock at the door - we ' ll not let him in ; May drive at the windows - we ' ll laugh at his ...
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الصفحة 153 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
الصفحة 153 - Dark-heaving ; — boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
الصفحة 109 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
الصفحة 10 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
الصفحة 152 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
الصفحة 17 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
الصفحة 12 - Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
الصفحة 90 - Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. " Rome shall perish— write that word In the blood that she has spilt ; Perish, hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
الصفحة 18 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
الصفحة 34 - I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.