Carroll and Brooks ReadersD. Appleton and Company, 1911 |
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... sleep again . She had tried to get her nose into the milk - jug , but it was too small ; and the junket - dish was ... sleep on the hearth . But Brownie had no notion of going to sleep . He wanted his supper , and oh ! what a supper he ...
... sleep again . She had tried to get her nose into the milk - jug , but it was too small ; and the junket - dish was ... sleep on the hearth . But Brownie had no notion of going to sleep . He wanted his supper , and oh ! what a supper he ...
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... sleep by the fire , she shut her up in the chilly coal - cellar , locked the door , put the key in her pocket and went off to bed , leaving the supper as before . When Brownie woke up and looked out of his hole there was , as usual , no ...
... sleep by the fire , she shut her up in the chilly coal - cellar , locked the door , put the key in her pocket and went off to bed , leaving the supper as before . When Brownie woke up and looked out of his hole there was , as usual , no ...
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... Sleep to the singing of mother bird swinging , Swinging the nest where her little one lies . Away out yonder I see a ... sleeping , Sleeping and dreaming while mother sings ? " Up from the sea there floats the sob Of waves A JAPANESE ...
... Sleep to the singing of mother bird swinging , Swinging the nest where her little one lies . Away out yonder I see a ... sleeping , Sleeping and dreaming while mother sings ? " Up from the sea there floats the sob Of waves A JAPANESE ...
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... sleep , little pigeon , and fold your wings , Little blue pigeon with mournful eyes ; Am I not singing ? See I am swinging , Swinging the nest where my darling lies . anguish great pain . -EUGENE FIELD . MR . RABBIT , HE'S A GOOD ...
... sleep , little pigeon , and fold your wings , Little blue pigeon with mournful eyes ; Am I not singing ? See I am swinging , Swinging the nest where my darling lies . anguish great pain . -EUGENE FIELD . MR . RABBIT , HE'S A GOOD ...
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... So , deep On a heap Of clouds , to sleep Down lay the Wind , and slumbered soon , Muttering low , " I've done for that Moon ! " He turned in his bed : she was there again. THE WIND AND THE MOON. THE WIND AND THE MOON 47 THE WIND AND THE ...
... So , deep On a heap Of clouds , to sleep Down lay the Wind , and slumbered soon , Muttering low , " I've done for that Moon ! " He turned in his bed : she was there again. THE WIND AND THE MOON. THE WIND AND THE MOON 47 THE WIND AND THE ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Arachne Arnold von Winkelried Asgard asked baby beautiful began Belshazzar Bergetta Billy bird Brother Fox Brother Rabbit Brownie called Coster Cratchit cried dance dark door earth Eugene Field eyes face father feet fire Freyja Gepetto giant Gryphon hand head heard heart Hirschvogel horse Huggy Jotunheim Karl King Robert kite knew laughed Launomar Leodegrance little boys lived lobster looked loved Margaret Mock Turtle morning mother mouth Napoleon never night once Peterkin Pinocchio pins Pompeii poor puppet round seemed Sir Ector Sir Kay Skipper sleep snow soon spider stone stood stove sword tell thee Theseus things Thor thou thought Thrym Tin Soldier Tiny Tim tion took trees tulip turned Uther Pendragon voice wind wood young
Pasajes populares
Página 298 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow . To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 110 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Página 109 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er. When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Página 240 - From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 300 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along and flow To join the brimming river, For nun may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
Página 284 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Página 26 - Up the airy mountain Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting, For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!
Página 302 - So Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the father, with at least three feet of comforter exclusive of the fringe, hanging down before him; and his thread-bare clothes darned up and brushed, to look seasonable; and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. Alas for Tiny Tim, he bore a little crutch, and had his limbs supported by an iron frame! "Why, where's our Martha?" cried Bob Cratchit looking round "Not coming,
Página 267 - Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Página 301 - Then up rose Mrs. Cratchit, Cratchit's wife, dressed out but poorly in a twice-turned gown, but brave in ribbons, which are cheap and make a goodly show for sixpence ; and she laid the cloth, assisted by Belinda Cratchit, second of her daughters, also brave in ribbons ; while Master Peter Cratchit plunged a fork into the saucepan of potatoes, and, getting the corners of his monstrous...