Introductory English reading bookLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1822 - 171 من الصفحات |
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... flower . The quilt is cotton , a cloth made from a plant that grows in those parts of the world which are very hot in summer . Your bedstead is made of the wood of the fir or pine tree , called deal . Your bed has no curtains round it ...
... flower . The quilt is cotton , a cloth made from a plant that grows in those parts of the world which are very hot in summer . Your bedstead is made of the wood of the fir or pine tree , called deal . Your bed has no curtains round it ...
الصفحة 13
... flowers In the smiling meads abound . Now their vernal dress assuming , Robes of green adorn the trees , Odours now , the air perfuming , Sweetly swell the balmy breeze . Praise to Thee , thou great Creator , Praise be thine from every ...
... flowers In the smiling meads abound . Now their vernal dress assuming , Robes of green adorn the trees , Odours now , the air perfuming , Sweetly swell the balmy breeze . Praise to Thee , thou great Creator , Praise be thine from every ...
الصفحة 18
... flowers , so as to extract the flavour , it is called an infusion . If the tea had been boiled in the water , instead of the water already boiling being poured on the tea , it would have been a decoction . Sugar is the inside or pith of ...
... flowers , so as to extract the flavour , it is called an infusion . If the tea had been boiled in the water , instead of the water already boiling being poured on the tea , it would have been a decoction . Sugar is the inside or pith of ...
الصفحة 24
... flowers That grow about the beds and bowers , Because you know they are not ours . We'll pluck the daisies white and red , Because mama has often said , That we may gather them instead . And much I hope we always may Our very dear mama ...
... flowers That grow about the beds and bowers , Because you know they are not ours . We'll pluck the daisies white and red , Because mama has often said , That we may gather them instead . And much I hope we always may Our very dear mama ...
الصفحة 31
... flower garden . There he saw the glorious sun rise ; a new sight to him ; a beautiful sight , of which the slothful deprive themselves . There he breathed the cheering freshness of the morning , and the sweet odour of the flowers ...
... flower garden . There he saw the glorious sun rise ; a new sight to him ; a beautiful sight , of which the slothful deprive themselves . There he breathed the cheering freshness of the morning , and the sweet odour of the flowers ...
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animals barley beautiful bee bread bees birds bless bloom bread breath bricks called Charles cheer cloth colour cows dear children dear mama death delightful door earth eyes father feet flowers fruit garden give grass green ground grows hammer hand hear heart heat heaven hive insects iron jessamine kind L'Ami des Enfans labour laburnum leaves LESSON live look Lord mama mamma Mary meadow milk morning Mount Lebanon nature night NOSEGAY o'er papa perly pheasants Philip pieces plant pleasure praise pretty purple violet queen bee rice pudding rich rise rock salt rose sabbath seeds sheep shining sleep song spring stone Sweden sweet tell thee thing thou tivated tree turn vale voice walk warm wild William wings winter Wise wish wood words
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الصفحة 135 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies; The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight. Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
الصفحة 76 - See! from the brake the whirring pheasant springs, And mounts exulting on triumphant wings: Short is his joy; he feels the fiery wound, Flutters in blood, and panting beats the ground. Ah! what avail his glossy, varying dyes, His purple crest, and scarlet-circled eyes, The vivid green his shining plumes unfold, His painted wings, and breast that flames with gold?
الصفحة 135 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
الصفحة 35 - How fair is the rose ! what a beautiful flower ! The glory of April and May ! But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, And they wither and die in a day.
الصفحة 141 - HOW doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
الصفحة 104 - Conceal'd, and fattens with the richest sap ; These are not wanting ; nor the milky drove Luxuriant, spread o'er all the lowing vale ; Nor bleating mountains...
الصفحة 103 - For him the spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds; for him the hand Of autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn.
الصفحة 103 - Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreproved...
الصفحة 166 - But chiefly man the day of rest enjoys. Hail, SABBATH ! thee I hail, the poor man's day! On other days, the man of toil is...
الصفحة 34 - If we had been ducks we might dabble in mud ; Or dogs, we might play till it ended in blood ; So foul and so fierce are their natures : But Thomas and William, and such pretty names, Should be cleanly and harmless as doves or as lambs, Those lovely sweet innocent creatures.