Manual of Reading, in Four Parts: Orthophony, Class Methods, Gesture, and Elocution : Designed for Teachers and StudentsHarper, 1871 - 418 pages |
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... uncle . 1st call'st . bl bland . kld trickl'd . lsh walsh . bld humbl'd . kldst truckl'dst . It melt . bidst troubl'dst . klst chuckl'st . Ith health . bist troubl'st . klz wrinkles . lths stealths . biz crumbles . kn blacken . Its ...
... uncle . 1st call'st . bl bland . kld trickl'd . lsh walsh . bld humbl'd . kldst truckl'dst . It melt . bidst troubl'dst . klst chuckl'st . Ith health . bist troubl'st . klz wrinkles . lths stealths . biz crumbles . kn blacken . Its ...
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... Uncle John ! " the three little ones call out , " how you did startle us ! " " And how funny it would be for a big man to come to school ! " says little Bessie , with a merry laugh . " Do you think I am too big , Bess 184 MANUAL OF ...
... Uncle John ! " the three little ones call out , " how you did startle us ! " " And how funny it would be for a big man to come to school ! " says little Bessie , with a merry laugh . " Do you think I am too big , Bess 184 MANUAL OF ...
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... Uncle John says . " Well , then , come here , and you shall ride to the house on my shoulder , for I hear the dinner - bell ringing . " " Who would have thought it was so late ! " says Ruth . " School is dismissed . Pick up your doll ...
... Uncle John says . " Well , then , come here , and you shall ride to the house on my shoulder , for I hear the dinner - bell ringing . " " Who would have thought it was so late ! " says Ruth . " School is dismissed . Pick up your doll ...
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... Uncle Jim didn't go to the city , but sat and read with his pretty new slippers on , and Tom- my was dressed up in his white linen clothes and buttoned gaiters , and had his yellow hair curled into queer little curls that didn't stay in ...
... Uncle Jim didn't go to the city , but sat and read with his pretty new slippers on , and Tom- my was dressed up in his white linen clothes and buttoned gaiters , and had his yellow hair curled into queer little curls that didn't stay in ...
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... side- ways , and Tommy threw it down with the parasol , saying to himself , " I guess Uncle Jim can fix it . " While he was squatted up in the very middle of the drain , somebody emptied another tub full of suds , 196 MANUAL OF READING .
... side- ways , and Tommy threw it down with the parasol , saying to himself , " I guess Uncle Jim can fix it . " While he was squatted up in the very middle of the drain , somebody emptied another tub full of suds , 196 MANUAL OF READING .
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Page 335 - UNION, strong and great ! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate ! 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 127 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 305 - And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Egmont's Flemish spears! There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand ; And as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's...
Page 148 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins in his sacred blood, Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
Page 357 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, . Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemmed with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung The hunter's call, to Faun and Dryad known...
Page 156 - Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men that fishes gnawed upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.
Page 405 - Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Page 58 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 357 - Poured through the mellow horn her pensive soul : And, dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels joined the sound ; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay, Round an holy calm diffusing, Love of peace, and lonely musing In hollow murmurs died away.
Page 305 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies, — upon them with the lance. A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rush'd, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.