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Quotations Containing the Sounds of st, sh, ch, and j 1. Boughs where the thrush with crimson breast Shall haunt, and sing, and hide her nest.

2. Weary wind who wanderest, Like the world's rejected guest, Hast thou still some secret nest

On the tree or billow?

3. Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest.

-BRYANT.

-SHELLEY.

—LONGFELLOW.

4. The little toy dog is covered with dust,

But sturdy and staunch he stands. -EUGENE FIELD.

5. Higher still and higher, from the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; the blue deep thou wingest,

And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.

-SHELLEY.

6. And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, And, lo! Ben Adam's name led all the rest.

7. With deep affection and recollection

I often think of those Shannon bells.

8. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame Over the face of the leader came.

9. It shivered the window pane and sash, It rent the banner with seam and gash.

-LEIGH HUNT.

-WHITTIER.

-WHITTIER.

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12. And folks who put me in a passion May find me pipe to another fashion.

-BROWNING

13. Charge! Chester, Charge! On, Stanley, on!

14. And in the corner, a revolting shape,

Shivering and chattering, sat the wretched ape;
It was no dream; the world he loved so much

Had turned to ashes at his touch!

SCOTT.

-LONGFELLOW.

15. Chippy, Chippy, Chirio

-BURROUGHS.

Chippy, Chippy, Chirio

Not a man in Dario

Can catch a Chippy, Chippy Chirio.

16. Faster than fairies, faster than witches,

Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches.

17. And spanning the water from edge to edge

A rainbow stretched like a golden bridge.

-STEVENSON.

-CARY.

Quotations Containing the Sounds of 1 and r

1. Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom.

2. Louder, louder chant the lay, Waken lords and ladies gay!

-NEWMAN.

-SCOTT.

3. Hear the sledges with the bells-silver bells— What a world of merriment their melody foretells.

-POE.

4. Lovely art thou, O peace! and lovely are thy children and lovely are the prints of thy footsteps in the

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And snowy summits old in story;
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.

Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying!
Blow, bugle, answer echoes, dying, dying, dying.

7. I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host of golden daffodils.

8. Clear and cool, clear and cool,

By laughing shadow and dreaming pool.

-TENNYSON.

-WORDSWORTH.

-CHARLES KINGSLEY.

9. While the first stars twinkle, twinkle,

And the little leaves crinkle, crinkle,

Low as a rill

Clear as a bell

Down from the hill,

Up from the dell.

-CLINTON SCOLLARD.

10. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,
And all the air a solemn stillness holds,

Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds. -GRAY.

1. I lived first in a little house,

And lived there very well,

I thought the world was small and round,

And made of pale-blue shell.

12. Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats.

13. It was just a very

Merry fairy dream!

All the woods airy

With the gloom and the gleam;

Crickets in the clover

Clattered clear and strong;

And the bees droned over

Their old honey-song.

-BROWNING.

-J. W. RILEY.

14. I murmur under moon and stars

In brambly wildernesses;

I linger by my shingly bars;

I loiter round my cresses.

TENNYSON.

15. Heaped in the hollow of the grove, the autumn leaves

lie dead;

They rustle to the eddying gust and to the rabbit's

tread;

The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs

the jay,

And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the

gloomy day.

16. Each purple peak, each flinty spire

Was bathed in floods of living fire.

17. A breeze comes whispering in our ear, That dandelions are blossoming near.

-SCOTT.

LOWELL.

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Carry the perfume you won

From the lily, that woke when the morning was gray,
To the white waiting moonbeam awake on the bay;

Run, little rivulet, run!

-LUCY LARCOM.

19. The red-top clover here, and the white-whorled daisy

there,

And the bloom of the wilding brier that attars the

upland air.

-CLINTON SCOLLARD.

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