Good Selections, in Prose and Poetry, for Use in Schools and Academies, Home and Church Sociables ...The author, 1885 - 159 páginas |
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... Lives a spectre , and haunts the town . By square and market they slink and prowl , In lane and alley they leap and howl . All night they snuff and snarl , before The poor patched window and broken door . They paw the clapboards and ...
... Lives a spectre , and haunts the town . By square and market they slink and prowl , In lane and alley they leap and howl . All night they snuff and snarl , before The poor patched window and broken door . They paw the clapboards and ...
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... lives , -forever young . And while we greet the sunlight , On the fourth of each July , We'll ne'er forget the bellman , Who , twixt the earth and sky , Rung out OUR INDEPENDENCE ; Which , please God , shall never die ! TREE OF LIBERTY ...
... lives , -forever young . And while we greet the sunlight , On the fourth of each July , We'll ne'er forget the bellman , Who , twixt the earth and sky , Rung out OUR INDEPENDENCE ; Which , please God , shall never die ! TREE OF LIBERTY ...
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... lives of fifty million martyrs are in this Tree of Liberty ; their ashes have been its only soil , their tears and blood have watered it , their death alone has given it life . Tree of Liberty ! No garden plant grown beneath glass ...
... lives of fifty million martyrs are in this Tree of Liberty ; their ashes have been its only soil , their tears and blood have watered it , their death alone has given it life . Tree of Liberty ! No garden plant grown beneath glass ...
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... live ! " cried Scrooge's nephew . " He believed it too ! " 66 ' More shame for him , Fred ! " said Scrooge's niece , indignantly . Bless those women ! they never do any- thing by halves . They are always in earnest . She was very pretty ...
... live ! " cried Scrooge's nephew . " He believed it too ! " 66 ' More shame for him , Fred ! " said Scrooge's niece , indignantly . Bless those women ! they never do any- thing by halves . They are always in earnest . She was very pretty ...
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... fire of questioning to which ne was exposed elicited from him that he was thinking of an animal . a live animal , rather a disagreeable animal a savage aniinal , an animal that growled and grunter Good Selections . 55.
... fire of questioning to which ne was exposed elicited from him that he was thinking of an animal . a live animal , rather a disagreeable animal a savage aniinal , an animal that growled and grunter Good Selections . 55.
Términos y frases comunes
Alice the nurse Bardell bells Biddy Bingen bird bless Bob Cratchit brave bright chamber Charco child Christmas cold coward cried darkness dead dear door dream eyes face father fear feet fire Flag of Washington forest gentlemen grave Gretchen guilders hand happy head hear heard heart heathen Chinee heaven Hiawatha honor Lady Clare land laughed Lenore light look Martha MAUD MULLER Mayor merry mighty Minnehaha morning mother never Nevermore night o'er Osseo Peter Quince Piper play POINS poor Pyramus Pyramus and Thisbe QUIN Quoth the raven raven Rhine Ring roar Robin Starveling rose round Scrooge Scrooge's SHAMUS shine shout smiling SNOUT snow soul speak stars stood street sweet tell thee thing Thisbe thou thought Tiny Tiny Tim Twas voice wigwam wild word young Cratchits
Pasajes populares
Página 126 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore : Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the Raven,
Página 97 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells!
Página 129 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Página 95 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! - how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Página 27 - If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Página 126 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not...
Página 66 - And shook it forth with a royal will. ' Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Página 111 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 26 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea...
Página 67 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, but spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, over the face of the leader came ; the nobler nature within him stirred to life at that woman's deed and word. "Who touches a hair of yon gray head dies like a dog ! March on !