ReadingsBaker, 1888 - 197 páginas |
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will inherit . She is ambitious , and yet loves her father ; she feels the high and lofty honors that will be hers , and yet the pain a child would feel to lose a loving father ; with these emotions she calls on the physician who can ...
will inherit . She is ambitious , and yet loves her father ; she feels the high and lofty honors that will be hers , and yet the pain a child would feel to lose a loving father ; with these emotions she calls on the physician who can ...
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... feel lonely too ; no matter how many resources a man has ( and I brought three boxes and two portmanteaus , besides my canes and umbrellas ) , he some- times feels lonely . I wonder what all this rabble ever find to do here ! After one ...
... feel lonely too ; no matter how many resources a man has ( and I brought three boxes and two portmanteaus , besides my canes and umbrellas ) , he some- times feels lonely . I wonder what all this rabble ever find to do here ! After one ...
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... feel quite at home in New York society , which is very English , you know . I am taken for an Englishman all the time . Miss R. It must annoy you very much to be taken to be an Englishman . Mr. H. Oh , no , it does not , I assure you ...
... feel quite at home in New York society , which is very English , you know . I am taken for an Englishman all the time . Miss R. It must annoy you very much to be taken to be an Englishman . Mr. H. Oh , no , it does not , I assure you ...
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... feel like that at the end of one of your parties ? Mrs. Gobang . Pray be more charitable , my dear . Here we are at Mrs. Endicott's . Miss Sally . See , Mrs. Skinner has planted her game eye straight on me . I suppose she is ...
... feel like that at the end of one of your parties ? Mrs. Gobang . Pray be more charitable , my dear . Here we are at Mrs. Endicott's . Miss Sally . See , Mrs. Skinner has planted her game eye straight on me . I suppose she is ...
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... feel guilty at encouraging her wickedness . They all have shreds of con- science left , and look upon Sally Gobang as bad , delightful , and unattainable . ) Miss Lobside . Oh , Mrs. Tompkyns , how envious it makes me to hear your ...
... feel guilty at encouraging her wickedness . They all have shreds of con- science left , and look upon Sally Gobang as bad , delightful , and unattainable . ) Miss Lobside . Oh , Mrs. Tompkyns , how envious it makes me to hear your ...
Términos y frases comunes
Actress aërial railroad banner of England Bar Harbor basket beautiful Billerica boat Boston Boy overboard brother Burglar Burglar Bill Carcassonne chowder clam chowder cold comes cream-cakes cupboard CURE FOR DUDES dear deck dreadful dream dress Elderbrewster Emily Endicott EUGENE ARAM eyes F. E. CHASE feel fellow gentle girl heart Hepsy horseshoe crab Hunt Husband Johnny ladies Limpkins look Lowkirk Maria Mary Jane Micajah Bliffin Miss Bellows Miss Gobang Miss Lobside Miss Rogers Miss Sally morning Mother Hubbard Mount Desert never Old Mother Hubbard party Pettingill piazza poor dog portmanteau pretty roof our banner Sally Gobang SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL Skinner Slambasket Beach summer mashing talk tell tender thee things thought Tompkyns TREAT AT SLAMBASKET Uncle Micajah UNCLE MICAJAH'S TREAT wear widow Wilcox wish Woman young
Pasajes populares
Página 176 - The cataract strong Then plunges along, Striking and raging As if a war waging Its caverns and rocks among; Rising and leaping, Sinking and creeping, Swelling and sweeping, Showering and springing, Flying and flinging, Writhing and wringing, Eddying and whisking, Spouting and frisking, Turning and twisting Around and around With endless rebound: Smiting and fighting, A sight to delight in; Confounding, astounding, Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.
Página 184 - Striking the hospital wall, crashing thro' it, their shot and their shell, Death — for their spies were among us, their marksmen were told of our best, So that the brute bullet broke thro* the brain that could think for the rest ; Bullets would sing by our foreheads, and bullets would rain at our feet — Fire from ten thousand at once of the rebels that girdled us round — Death at the glimpse of a finger from over the breadth of a street, Death from the heights of the mosque and the palace,...
Página 152 - They drave the wickets in: Pleasantly shone the setting sun Over the town of Lynn. Like sportive deer they coursed about, And shouted as they ran, Turning to mirth all things of earth, As only boyhood can; But the Usher sat remote from all, A melancholy man! His hat was off, his vest apart, To catch heaven's blessed breeze; For a burning thought was in his brow, And his bosom ill at ease: So he leaned his head on his hands, and read The book between his knees.
Página 181 - There are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain ; But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again.
Página 153 - Then leaping on his feet upright, Some moody turns he took, — Now up the mead, then down the mead, And past a shady nook, — And, lo! he saw a little boy That pored upon a book.
Página 185 - Handful of men as we were, we were English in heart and in limb, Strong with the strength of the race to command, to obey, to endure...
Página 175 - My little boy asked me Thus, once on a time; And moreover he tasked me To tell him in rhyme. Anon at the word, There first came one daughter, And then came another, To second and third The request of their brother, And to hear how the water Comes down at Lodore, With its rush and its roar, As many a time They had seen it before. So I told them in rhyme, For of rhymes I had store; And...
Página 155 - And now, from forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice, — the awful voice Of the blood-avenging sprite: 'Thou guilty man! take up thy dead, And hide it from my sight...
Página 156 - ... But Guilt was my grim chamberlain, That lighted me to bed, And drew my midnight curtains round With fingers bloody red ! " All night I lay in agony, In anguish dark and deep ; My...
Página 159 - OLD Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone: But when she got there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.