Lessons for writing from dictationW.W. Robinson, 1849 - 72 pages |
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... stars . They are bright , and more than you can count . 3 . The birds sing in the trees , and build their nests , so that they may lay their eggs in them . I love to hear them sing . 4 . How cold the wind blows ! It blows from the north ...
... stars . They are bright , and more than you can count . 3 . The birds sing in the trees , and build their nests , so that they may lay their eggs in them . I love to hear them sing . 4 . How cold the wind blows ! It blows from the north ...
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... pebbles . I am so glad it runs before our cottage door . All day long when the sun shines in the sky it still flows . At night when the moon and the stars shine I hear the sound of the stream WRITING FROM DICTATION . 11.
... pebbles . I am so glad it runs before our cottage door . All day long when the sun shines in the sky it still flows . At night when the moon and the stars shine I hear the sound of the stream WRITING FROM DICTATION . 11.
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William Ewart. the stars shine I hear the sound of the stream still running on with a pleasant murmur . 48 . By the side of the brook the blue violets grow . They are half hidden in the bank . The wild flowers love to be hidden away out ...
William Ewart. the stars shine I hear the sound of the stream still running on with a pleasant murmur . 48 . By the side of the brook the blue violets grow . They are half hidden in the bank . The wild flowers love to be hidden away out ...
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... number of them exist only during warm weather , heat being necessary for their existence . There are a great number of them too small to be observed by the human eye . 69. THE MOON AND THE STARS . The stars which WRITING FROM DICTATION .
... number of them exist only during warm weather , heat being necessary for their existence . There are a great number of them too small to be observed by the human eye . 69. THE MOON AND THE STARS . The stars which WRITING FROM DICTATION .
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William Ewart. 69. THE MOON AND THE STARS . The stars which we see in the sky are all worlds , most of them many ... stars which move round the sun . These are called planets . The evening star , that bright one which shines above the ...
William Ewart. 69. THE MOON AND THE STARS . The stars which we see in the sky are all worlds , most of them many ... stars which move round the sun . These are called planets . The evening star , that bright one which shines above the ...
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America barley birds black tea bloom boiled bright brought bushels CABBAGE called Captain Cook carrot charcoal church cloth clouds cold colour copper Cornwall cottage cultivated dried earth England FINSBURY CIRCUS flowers gardens gather gone grain grammar green green tea ground grown grows happy hear hedges Holly Tree hour iron James Maxwell Jane John kind land large quantities leaves light Litharge lives metal moon night nightingale nouns o'er parsnips peas plant potash quiet reign rice ripe sheep shew shines silk silver sing skins slate sleep soft song South Wales Spring spun Staffordshire stars substance summer sweet teaches thee thick things thou thread turnips vegetable verbs West wheat wholesome wild WILLIAM COWPER WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind blows winter woods wool words yarn ས ས
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Page 64 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets, leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Page 61 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cells.
Page 57 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise...
Page 61 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 56 - No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues. Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge! You see the glimmer of the stream beneath, But hear no murmuring: it flows silently, O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still, A balmy night! and...
Page 45 - To BLOSSOMS FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree. Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Page 63 - The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure: — But the least motion which they made It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Page 44 - MINE be a cot beside the hill, A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay-built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 62 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Page 57 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.