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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... smiling proudly- with the pudding , like a speckled cannon - ball , so hard and firm , blazing in half of half a quartern of ignited brandy , and bedight with Christmas holly stuck into the top . O , a wonderful pudding ! Bob Cratchit ...
... smiling proudly- with the pudding , like a speckled cannon - ball , so hard and firm , blazing in half of half a quartern of ignited brandy , and bedight with Christmas holly stuck into the top . O , a wonderful pudding ! Bob Cratchit ...
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... smile , no wood , no fire , But children clamorous for bread , and an impatient sire . So she sits down in an angle where two great houses meet , And she curleth up beneath her for warmth her little feet ; And she looketh on the cold ...
... smile , no wood , no fire , But children clamorous for bread , and an impatient sire . So she sits down in an angle where two great houses meet , And she curleth up beneath her for warmth her little feet ; And she looketh on the cold ...
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... smile with an aching heart ; it is ill jesting when our deepest sympathies are awakened . My client's hopes and pros- pects are ruined , and it is no figure of speech to say that her occupation is gone indeed . The bill is down - but ...
... smile with an aching heart ; it is ill jesting when our deepest sympathies are awakened . My client's hopes and pros- pects are ruined , and it is no figure of speech to say that her occupation is gone indeed . The bill is down - but ...
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... smile suppressed , and birch upraised , The threat'ner faltered- “ I'm amazed That you , my biggest pupil , should Be guilty of an act so rude ! Before the whole set school to boot- What evil genius put you to ' t ? " " ' Twas she ...
... smile suppressed , and birch upraised , The threat'ner faltered- “ I'm amazed That you , my biggest pupil , should Be guilty of an act so rude ! Before the whole set school to boot- What evil genius put you to ' t ? " " ' Twas she ...
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... ; And silence fills the crowded hall , As deep as when the herald's call Thrills in the loyal breast . Then up arose the noble host , And smiling cried 104 Good Selections . Irish Picket Orpheus C Kerr Papers c Knight's Toast.
... ; And silence fills the crowded hall , As deep as when the herald's call Thrills in the loyal breast . Then up arose the noble host , And smiling cried 104 Good Selections . Irish Picket Orpheus C Kerr Papers c Knight's Toast.
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 !