The golden gift, a book for the youngWilliam P. ***, 1868 |
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... field ) which might ascertain their true position . Either the snow above , already lying in drifts , or the blinding snow - storm driving into his eyes , must have misled him as to the nature of the circumjacent ground ; for the ...
... field ) which might ascertain their true position . Either the snow above , already lying in drifts , or the blinding snow - storm driving into his eyes , must have misled him as to the nature of the circumjacent ground ; for the ...
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... field and gather some corn ? ' To which she assented ; and , cooking a fine mess of pottage , set off to the field , where arriving , she said to herself , Shall I cut first , or eat first ? Ay , I will eat . ' Then she ate up the ...
... field and gather some corn ? ' To which she assented ; and , cooking a fine mess of pottage , set off to the field , where arriving , she said to herself , Shall I cut first , or eat first ? Ay , I will eat . ' Then she ate up the ...
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... fields , and beheld without dismay The awful scarecrow , with his fluttering shreds : The skeleton that waited at their feast , Whereby their sinful pleasure was increased . [ The majestic Squire , the austere Parson , and the pompous ...
... fields , and beheld without dismay The awful scarecrow , with his fluttering shreds : The skeleton that waited at their feast , Whereby their sinful pleasure was increased . [ The majestic Squire , the austere Parson , and the pompous ...
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... field - fares , as you take Your nooning in the shade of bush and brake ? ' You call them thieves and pillagers ; but know They are the winged wardens of your farms , Who from the corn - fields drive the insidious foe , And from your ...
... field - fares , as you take Your nooning in the shade of bush and brake ? ' You call them thieves and pillagers ; but know They are the winged wardens of your farms , Who from the corn - fields drive the insidious foe , And from your ...
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... fields and orchards , and o'er woodland crests , The ceaseless fusillade of terror ran . Dead fell the birds , with blood - stains on their breasts , Or wounded crept away from sight of man , While the young died of famine in their ...
... fields and orchards , and o'er woodland crests , The ceaseless fusillade of terror ran . Dead fell the birds , with blood - stains on their breasts , Or wounded crept away from sight of man , While the young died of famine in their ...
Términos y frases comunes
babe BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beautiful birds breast Bremen BROKEN FLOWER child Christiana Clever Alice Corporal creature cried Dame Van Winkle dark daughter dead dear donkey door eyes father forbear to weep girl Grasmere great-grandmother Field Griffin hand Harrison Weir head heard heart heaven heiress hole Holly-Tree John Gilpin Killingworth laughed Little white Lily live looked Magpie morning mother mountain neighbourhood never night o'er Paterson pipe poor pray prayer quoth rain Regina Reynard Reynard the Fox Rip Van Winkle Rip's rock round Sancho Sarah Green sentry-box sing sleep smiled snow stood stormy winds story sweet baby tail thee thing thou thought told took town tree turned Twas Uncle Toby Uncle Toby's village voice waiting wife wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH window winds do blow wonder woods
Pasajes populares
Página 86 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 148 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case. Said John, It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware. So turning to his horse, he said, I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Página 56 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Página 67 - Wolf would wag his tail, look wistfully in his master's face, and if dogs can feel pity I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart.
Página 143 - Good lack ! quoth he, yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Página 23 - Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!" "O father! I see a gleaming light, O say, what may it be?" But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies; The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands, and prayed That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the waves, On the Lake of Galilee.
Página 71 - ... his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen. He determined to revisit the scene of the last evening's gambol, and if he met with any of the party, to demand his dog and gun. As he rose to walk, he found himself stiff in the joints, and wanting in his usual activity. " These mountain beds do not agree with me...
Página 66 - Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound.
Página 69 - He was a short square-built old fellow, with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard. His dress was of the antique Dutch fashion — a cloth jerkin...
Página 76 - Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against the tree." Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself, as he went up the mountain ; apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man.