Stories for standard i (-vi). |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 5
Page 6
... Abbey , 105 42. The Barber's Pole , . 108 43. The Children's Hour , III 44. The Mother of Alfred the Great , 112 45. Charley's Christmas Dream , 116 46. The Bonnie Wee Bird , 118 47. Playing at Marbles , 119 122 48. In the Stocks , 49 ...
... Abbey , 105 42. The Barber's Pole , . 108 43. The Children's Hour , III 44. The Mother of Alfred the Great , 112 45. Charley's Christmas Dream , 116 46. The Bonnie Wee Bird , 118 47. Playing at Marbles , 119 122 48. In the Stocks , 49 ...
Page 8
... Abbey when you are in London , no doubt you will be shown that part of it known as the ' Poets ' Corner . ' You will find there a great number of marble monuments which have been raised to the memory of some of our greatest poets ...
... Abbey when you are in London , no doubt you will be shown that part of it known as the ' Poets ' Corner . ' You will find there a great number of marble monuments which have been raised to the memory of some of our greatest poets ...
Page 104
... mouse who once entered did ever return . ' MORAL . Let the young people mind what the old people . say , And when danger is near them keep out of the way . 41. THE RUINED ABBEY . alms , gifts to the 104 STORIES FOR STANDARD III .
... mouse who once entered did ever return . ' MORAL . Let the young people mind what the old people . say , And when danger is near them keep out of the way . 41. THE RUINED ABBEY . alms , gifts to the 104 STORIES FOR STANDARD III .
Page 105
... and willing to learn , it will instruct us in the history of our land . Most of the old abbeys in this country have been neglected or destroyed . The names of a few , now in ruins , are well known to THE RUINED ABBEY . 105 The Ruined Abbey,
... and willing to learn , it will instruct us in the history of our land . Most of the old abbeys in this country have been neglected or destroyed . The names of a few , now in ruins , are well known to THE RUINED ABBEY . 105 The Ruined Abbey,
Page 107
... abbeys . Churches and schools and poorhouses were scattered over the land in every town and village . Many of the abbeys became too wealthy , and ceased to do their work well . The men who governed them fell into serious errors , and ...
... abbeys . Churches and schools and poorhouses were scattered over the land in every town and village . Many of the abbeys became too wealthy , and ceased to do their work well . The men who governed them fell into serious errors , and ...
Contents
27 | |
34 | |
36 | |
40 | |
41 | |
43 | |
51 | |
52 | |
55 | |
56 | |
59 | |
60 | |
65 | |
67 | |
68 | |
73 | |
76 | |
77 | |
81 | |
82 | |
83 | |
86 | |
108 | |
111 | |
112 | |
116 | |
118 | |
119 | |
122 | |
124 | |
125 | |
129 | |
131 | |
133 | |
136 | |
139 | |
142 | |
145 | |
148 | |
149 | |
152 | |
155 | |
159 | |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Abbey afraid Algiers barber's pole beautiful became birds boys and girls brave called cheerful clever clothes coat cold Columbus danger dark dark prison dear early rising earth England Farne Islands father fell fire flowers Freddy Freddy White friends George George Washington give Grace Darling habit head heard heart hero horses hour hunter JACK FROST killed knew land laugh lessons light lion live Lucy master morning mother Nemean lion Never look sad night Nottingham goose fair o'er ostrich PATERNOSTER SQUARE picture play poor prison punctual rope San Salvador saved scarcely servant shillings ships smile soldier song soon STORIES FOR STANDARD storm strong tell terrible thee thing thou thought tight-rope told took umbrella village walk walking-stick weeks William Caxton wish wonder wounded young
Popular passages
Page 51 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 111 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Page 124 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Page 51 - I remember, I remember, The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 51 - I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow! I remember...
Page 33 - A dreamer dropped a random thought; 'twas old, and yet 'twas new , A simple fancy of the brain, but strong in being true. It shone upon a genial mind, and lo! its light became A lamp of life, a beacon ray, a monitory flame. The thought was small, its issue great; a watch.fire on the hill, It sheds its radiance far adown, and cheers the valley still!
Page 157 - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran ; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
Page 148 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet...
Page 51 - I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups — Those flowers made of light ! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday, — • The tree is living yet...
Page 32 - And age was pleased, in heat of noon, to bask beneath its boughs; The dormouse loved its dangling twigs the birds sweet music bore; It stood a glory in its place, a blessing evermore. A little spring had lost its way amid the grass and fern, A passing...