Enlarged Practice-book in English Composition

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H. Holt, 1909 - 381 pagina's
 

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Pagina 278 - Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November; All the rest have thirty-one. Except the second month alone, Which has but twenty-eight, in fine, Till leap year gives it twenty-nine.
Pagina 319 - An' forward, tho' I canna see, I guess an' fear ! 209. To a Mountain Daisy On turning one down with the plough in April 1786 WEE, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r, Thou 's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it 's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie lark, companion meet, Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet, Wi' spreckl'd breast ! When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.
Pagina 353 - I heard the ripple washing in the reeds, And the wild water lapping on the crag.
Pagina 334 - I was yesterday very much surprised to hear my old friend, in the midst of the service, calling out to one John Matthews to mind what he was about, and not disturb the congregation. This John Matthews, it seems, is remarkable for being an idle fellow, and at that time was kicking his heels for his diversion. This authority of the knight, though exerted in that odd manner which accompanies him in all...
Pagina 9 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy : You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well...
Pagina 358 - THE Stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Pagina 363 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story ; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Pagina 298 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Pagina 316 - But pleasures are like poppies spread — You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow falls in the river — A moment white, then melts for ever...
Pagina 359 - But, mousie, thou art no thy lane, In proving foresight may be vain; The best laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft a-gley, An' lea'e us nought but grief an

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