Englisches Lesebuch für Schulen und Erziehungsanstalten: In drei Stufen, Svazek 1

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C. Meyer, 1882
 

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Strana 62 - I am the Lord thy God ; thou shalt have no other gods before me.
Strana 63 - COME, and I will show you what is beautiful. It is a rose fully blown. See how she sits upon her mossy stem, like the queen of all the flowers ! Her leaves glow like fire ; the air is filled with her sweet odor ; she is the delight of every eye.
Strana 77 - Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My Mother.
Strana 77 - Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear, And if GOD please my life to spare, I hope I shall reward thy care, My Mother.
Strana 72 - the good people of this family have built me a house to live in ; it is in the cupboard ; I am sure it is for me, for it is just big enough ; the bottom is of wood, and it is covered all over with wires ; and I...
Strana 75 - A rose's brief bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ! — Go, thou must play alone, my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven." " And has he left the birds and flowers ? And must I call in vain ? And, through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again ? " And by the brook, and in the glade, Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me played, Would I had loved him more !
Strana 63 - The lion is strong; when he raiseth up himself from his lair, when he shaketh his mane, when the voice of his roaring is heard, the cattle of the field fly, and the wild beasts of the desert hide themselves, for he is very terrible.
Strana 75 - OH ! call my brother back to me ! I cannot play alone ; The Summer comes with flower and bee — Where is my brother gone ? " The butterfly is glancing bright Across the sunbeam's track ; I care not now to chase its flight — Oh ! call my brother back ! " The flowers run wild — the flowers we sow'd Around our garden tree; Our vine is drooping with its load — Oh ! call him back to me...
Strana 70 - Daily near my table steal, While I pick my scanty meal. Doubt not, little though there be, But I'll cast a crumb to thee...
Strana 63 - The sun is glorious, but he that made the sun is more glorious than he. The eye beholdeth him not, for his brightness is more dazzling than we could bear. He seeth in all dark places ; by night as well as by day; and the light of his countenance is over all his works. Who is this great name, and what is he called, that my lips may praise him?

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