Quotations Containing the Sound of i in it, e in end, and a in at 1. She leaned far out on the window-sill

And shook it forth with a royal will. 2. A primrose by the river's brim

A yellow primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more.


3. Now men of death, work forth your will,

For I can suffer and be still.


4. The war pipes ceased; but lake and hill

Were busy with their echoes still.

5. I wonder what spendthrift chose to spill

Such bright gold under my window sill!
Is it fairy gold? Does it glitter still?
Bless me, it is but a daffodil.



6. With thy red lip, redder still,

Kissed by strawberries on the hill. 7. Fib, and Tib, and Pinck, and Pin,

Tick, and Quick, and Jill, and Jin,
Tit, and Nit, and Wap, and Win,

The train that wait upon her.

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8. The day is cold and dark and dreary, It rains and the wind is never weary.

-LONGFELLOW. 9. Think before you speak; pronounce not imperfectly,

nor bring out your words too hastily, but orderly and distinctly.


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11. On the crossbeam under the Old South bell,

The nest of a pigeon is builded well.

12. I sate beside a sage's bed,

And the lamp was burning red,
Near the book where he had fed.


13. And laid her head on the strawberry bed,

To hear what the red-cheeked berries said.

14. A little nonsense now and then

Is relished by the wisest men.


15. Lord, God of Hosts, be with us yet,

Lest we forget, lest we forget.


16. How the tortoise bears its shell,

How the woodchuck digs his cell
And the ground mole sinks his well.


17. Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest,

And into the midnight we galloped abreast.


18. Pleasures are like poppies spread,

You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow-falls in the river,
A moment white—then melts forever.


19. The owl awakens from her dell,

The fox is heard upon the fell.


20. But the straw rustled as he turned his head, There were the cap and bells beside his bed. "KING ROBERT OF SICILY,


21. He clasps the crag with crooked hands;

Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.


22. I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he,

I ga’loped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three.


23. I know it is a sin

For me to sit and grin

At him here;
But the old three-cornered hat
And the breeches and all that

Are so queer.


24. In the furrowed land

The toilsome and patient oxen stand.

25. Joy! Joy! see Freedom lead her bands

Through western wilds, o'er desert lands.


Last scene of all
That ends this strange, eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.


Sounds of o in odd, u in up, and oo in book

1. He had caught the nodding bulrush tops, And hung them thickly with diamond drops.

-LOWELL. 2. Now in humbler, happier lot This is all remembered not.


3. How strange it seems with so much gone Of life and love, to still live on.

-WHITTIER. 4. So while the poet stood in this sweet spot,

Some fainter glimmerings o'er his fancy shot.


5. Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop

From low-hung branches; little space they stop.



6. And doubly dying shall go down

To the vile dust from whence he sprung,

Unwept, unhonored and unsung. 7. For freedom's battle once begun,

Bequeathed by bleeding sire to son,
Though baffled oft, is ever won.


8. Our spoil is won,

Our task is done,
We are free to dive, or soar, or run.

9. Then conquer we must, for our cause it is just, And this be our motto, "In God is our trust.

-FRANCIS SCOTT KEY. 10. I love the brook, and love Cloud ships floating from above.


11. The swarming insects drone and hum,

The partridge beats his throbbing drum.


12. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, as if a hunt

were up, And woodland flowers are gathered to crown the soldier's cup.


13. There is no friend so faithful as a good book, There is no worse robber than a bad book.



14. And with a child's undoubting wisdom look,

On all those pages of God's book. 15. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that

lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sister


16. “How," cried the mayor, "d'ye think I'll brook Being worse treated than a cook?'


17. Seekest thou for bliss ?

Lo! here it is-
In a quiet nook,
With well-loved book.

18. Rose up where sty and corn crib stood

Or garden wall or belt of wood.


19. Then Roderick with impatient look

From Brian's hand the symbol took.


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