Wheeler's Graded Studies in Great Authors: And a Complete Speller

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W.H. Wheeler, 1899 - 224 pages
A manual for teaching spelling by quotations illustrating the use of each word.

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Contents

I
9
II
10
III
11
IV
12
V
13
VI
14
VII
15
VIII
16
C
119
CII
120
CIII
121
CIV
122
CV
123
CVI
124
CVII
125
CVIII
126

IX
17
X
18
XI
21
XII
22
XIII
23
XIV
24
XV
25
XVI
26
XVII
27
XVIII
28
XIX
29
XX
30
XXI
31
XXII
32
XXIII
33
XXIV
34
XXV
35
XXVI
36
XXVII
39
XXVIII
40
XXIX
41
XXX
42
XXXI
43
XXXII
44
XXXIII
45
XXXIV
46
XXXV
47
XXXVI
48
XXXVII
49
XXXVIII
50
XXXIX
51
XL
52
XLI
53
XLII
54
XLIII
57
XLIV
58
XLV
59
XLVI
60
XLVII
61
XLVIII
62
XLIX
63
L
64
LI
65
LII
66
LIII
67
LIV
68
LV
69
LVI
70
LVII
71
LVIII
72
LIX
73
LX
74
LXI
75
LXII
76
LXIV
79
LXV
80
LXVI
81
LXVII
82
LXVIII
83
LXIX
84
LXX
85
LXXI
86
LXXIII
89
LXXIV
90
LXXV
91
LXXVI
92
LXXVII
93
LXXVIII
94
LXXIX
95
LXXX
96
LXXXI
99
LXXXII
100
LXXXIII
101
LXXXIV
102
LXXXV
103
LXXXVII
104
LXXXVIII
105
LXXXIX
106
XCI
109
XCII
110
XCIII
111
XCIV
112
XCV
113
XCVI
114
XCVII
115
XCIX
116
CIX
129
CX
130
CXI
131
CXII
132
CXIII
133
CXIV
134
CXV
135
CXVI
136
CXVII
139
CXVIII
140
CXIX
141
CXX
142
CXXI
143
CXXII
144
CXXIII
145
CXXV
146
CXXVI
149
CXXVII
150
CXXVIII
151
CXXIX
152
CXXX
153
CXXXI
154
CXXXII
155
CXXXIII
156
CXXXIV
159
CXXXV
160
CXXXVI
161
CXXXVII
162
CXXXVIII
163
CXXXIX
164
CXL
165
CXLI
166
CXLII
169
CXLIII
170
CXLIV
171
CXLV
172
CXLVI
173
CXLVIII
174
CXLIX
175
CL
176
CLI
177
CLII
178
CLIII
179
CLIV
180
CLV
181
CLVI
182
CLVII
183
CLVIII
184
CLIX
185
CLX
186
CLXI
187
CLXII
188
CLXIII
191
CLXIV
192
CLXV
193
CLXVI
194
CLXVII
195
CLXVIII
196
CLXIX
197
CLXXI
198
CLXXII
199
CLXXIII
200
CLXXIV
201
CLXXV
202
CLXXVI
203
CLXXVII
204
CLXXVIII
205
CLXXIX
206
CLXXX
209
CLXXXI
210
CLXXXII
211
CLXXXIII
212
CLXXXIV
213
CLXXXV
214
CLXXXVI
215
CLXXXVII
216
CLXXXVIII
217
CLXXXIX
218
CXC
219
CXCI
220
CXCII
221
CXCIII
222
CXCIV
223
CXCV
224
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Page 184 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.

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