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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... smiled , and waved her bag at him , he stopped and waited for her , saying to himself , " Hullo ! I wonder that's Polly ? ” Up came the little girl , with her hand out , and a half- shy , half - merry look in her blue eyes , as she said ...
... smiled , and waved her bag at him , he stopped and waited for her , saying to himself , " Hullo ! I wonder that's Polly ? ” Up came the little girl , with her hand out , and a half- shy , half - merry look in her blue eyes , as she said ...
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... smiled ; The same sun that saw the Spartan Shed his patriot blood in vain , Now beheld the soul of freedom All unconquer'd rise again . See ! See ! The dense crowd quivers Through all its lengthy line , As the boy beside the portal ...
... smiled ; The same sun that saw the Spartan Shed his patriot blood in vain , Now beheld the soul of freedom All unconquer'd rise again . See ! See ! The dense crowd quivers Through all its lengthy line , As the boy beside the portal ...
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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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... smiled and kissed each other when their new strange task was o'er , And the form that lay before them its unwonted garments wore . Then with slow and weary labor a small grave they hol lowed out , And they lined it with the withered ...
... smiled and kissed each other when their new strange task was o'er , And the form that lay before them its unwonted garments wore . Then with slow and weary labor a small grave they hol lowed out , And they lined it with the withered ...
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... smiled that afternoon , When he hummed in court an old love - tune . And the young girl mused beside the well , Till the rain on the unraked clover fell . He wedded a wife of richest dower , Who lived for fashion , as he for power . Yet ...
... smiled that afternoon , When he hummed in court an old love - tune . And the young girl mused beside the well , Till the rain on the unraked clover fell . He wedded a wife of richest dower , Who lived for fashion , as he for power . Yet ...
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 !