Moxon's standard penny readings [ed. by T. Hood]., Volumen2 |
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... asking who it was , he answered , and said , " My name is Little Agib , and I am sent here by my father , your kinsman , who is called Abendali ; for he desires to know how you are , and to wish you a thousand years . " The old lady ...
... asking who it was , he answered , and said , " My name is Little Agib , and I am sent here by my father , your kinsman , who is called Abendali ; for he desires to know how you are , and to wish you a thousand years . " The old lady ...
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... asked him how he could be so wicked as to deceive her with such multiplied lies . “ Alas ! ” said Agib , said Agib , pretending to whimper very much , " I hope God will not punish me with a sore tongue for such sinning . It is true , as ...
... asked him how he could be so wicked as to deceive her with such multiplied lies . “ Alas ! ” said Agib , said Agib , pretending to whimper very much , " I hope God will not punish me with a sore tongue for such sinning . It is true , as ...
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... altogether in exultation , and asked eagerly and at once of the old woman , whether her pan was not merely scrubbed bright at the bottom , and unser- viceable , like theirs . The old woman , however 122 THE THREE BROTHERS .
... altogether in exultation , and asked eagerly and at once of the old woman , whether her pan was not merely scrubbed bright at the bottom , and unser- viceable , like theirs . The old woman , however 122 THE THREE BROTHERS .
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... - bearers hang down their heads . He then turned round to the cadi and asked what he thought of the case ; the latter having given his answer , the crier was commanded to procure silence in the court , and THE THREE BROTHERS . 127.
... - bearers hang down their heads . He then turned round to the cadi and asked what he thought of the case ; the latter having given his answer , the crier was commanded to procure silence in the court , and THE THREE BROTHERS . 127.
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... asked of his household and home : " Though the castle of Richmond stand fair on the hill , My hall , " quoth bold Allen , " shows gal- lanter still ; ' Tis the blue vault of heaven , with its crescent so pale , And with all its bright ...
... asked of his household and home : " Though the castle of Richmond stand fair on the hill , My hall , " quoth bold Allen , " shows gal- lanter still ; ' Tis the blue vault of heaven , with its crescent so pale , And with all its bright ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Abendali Allen-a-Dale Barbara bastinado began Boatswain bottle of oil bottoms brazier breath breeze brethren brothers cadi caliph called Captain's Cow CHARLES LAMB city of Buz court cushion Cynic danced dark dear door dream elder eldest eyes Faery Faery Queen father FREDERICK LOCKER fresh gale gone grass hand head heard heart heaved Heaven Jolly Planter knew Lady Clara Vere landing-place laughed lips Little Agib look Lord LORD BYRON MACKWORTH PRAED mend morning mother Netherby never night o'er old lady old woman once pale pan-bearers piece of money Pixies poor purse quoth Ravenscroft repaired Sally Brown seemed sequin SIR WALTER SCOTT smile Snake song soon Squills STANDARD PENNY READINGS stars stood Street sweet SWIFT & Co talented tears thee thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought told took tree turbans vale Vere de Vere vessels whereas whereupon wish wondered young Lochinvar
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Página 66 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread...
Página 69 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky : I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores I change, but I cannot die.
Página 30 - The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh; With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — 'Now tread we a measure!
Página 76 - The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.
Página 72 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, that host with their banners at sunset were seen ; like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, that host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, and breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd ; and the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, and their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still...
Página 65 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Página 64 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 71 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Página 36 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All...
Página 178 - ... and bad blood bred ; even sometimes almost to the recommencement (so I expected) of actual hostilities. But my father, who scorned to insist upon advantages, generally contrived to turn the conversation upon some adroit by-commendation of the old Minster ; in the general preference of which, before all other cathedrals in the island, the dweller on the hill, and the plain-born, could meet on a conciliating level, and lay down their less important differences.