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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... , Tom vanished aloft , leaving poor victimized Polly to quake inside , while he placidly revelled in freedom and peanuts cut side with the staid old driver . Fanny came flying down to meet her " darling Polly 12 . Good Selections .
... , Tom vanished aloft , leaving poor victimized Polly to quake inside , while he placidly revelled in freedom and peanuts cut side with the staid old driver . Fanny came flying down to meet her " darling Polly 12 . Good Selections .
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Fanny came flying down to meet her " darling Polly , " as Tom presented her , with the graceful remark , " I've got her ! " and the air of a dauntless hunter , producing the trophies of his skill . Polly was instantly whisked up stairs ...
Fanny came flying down to meet her " darling Polly , " as Tom presented her , with the graceful remark , " I've got her ! " and the air of a dauntless hunter , producing the trophies of his skill . Polly was instantly whisked up stairs ...
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... something , far away , Where the river widens to meet the bay , A line of black , that bends and floats On the rising tide , like a bridge of boats : Meanwhile , impatient to mount and ride , Booted and Good Selections . 27.
... something , far away , Where the river widens to meet the bay , A line of black , that bends and floats On the rising tide , like a bridge of boats : Meanwhile , impatient to mount and ride , Booted and Good Selections . 27.
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... meet ! Along the roaring river , Beyond the narrow ford , Till near the outer picket— When all at once I heard " The General's voice , -I hearkened , And through the darkness broke His tall , commanding figure , Wrapt in a martial cloak ...
... meet ! Along the roaring river , Beyond the narrow ford , Till near the outer picket— When all at once I heard " The General's voice , -I hearkened , And through the darkness broke His tall , commanding figure , Wrapt in a martial cloak ...
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... meet with an obstacle , mount to the sky ; So up to the house - top the coursers they flew , With the sleigh full of toys , and St. Nicholas too . And then , in a twinkling , I heard on the roof , The prancing and pawing of each little ...
... meet with an obstacle , mount to the sky ; So up to the house - top the coursers they flew , With the sleigh full of toys , and St. Nicholas too . And then , in a twinkling , I heard on the roof , The prancing and pawing of each little ...
Términos y frases comunes
answer bells beside better bird bless brave bright chamber child Christmas cold coming Cratchit cried darkness dead dear door dream eyes face fair fall father fear feet fell fire follow forest four friends give grave hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hill honor hope Italy keep Lady land laughed leaves light live look Lord March master meet morning mother never night o'er once passed Peter play poor Pyramus QUIN Ring roar rose round shine shout sitting smiling snow soon soul sound speak stand stars stood street sweet tears tell thee thing Thisbe thou thought thousand told took true turned Union voice wall wild wind young
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 !