Good Selections, in Prose and Poetry, for Use in Schools and Academies, Home and Church Sociables ...The author, 1885 - 159 pàgines |
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Pàgina 17
... darkness of the tree - tops Forth into the dewy twilight , 5.5 Till it passed the topmost branches : And behold ! the wooden dishes All were changed to shells of scarlet ! And behold ! the earthen kettles All were changed to bowls of ...
... darkness of the tree - tops Forth into the dewy twilight , 5.5 Till it passed the topmost branches : And behold ! the wooden dishes All were changed to shells of scarlet ! And behold ! the earthen kettles All were changed to bowls of ...
Pàgina 29
... darkness , a knock at the door , And a word that shall echo for evermore ! For , borne on the night - wind of the past , Through all our history , to the last , In the hour of darkness , and peril , and need , The people will waken and ...
... darkness , a knock at the door , And a word that shall echo for evermore ! For , borne on the night - wind of the past , Through all our history , to the last , In the hour of darkness , and peril , and need , The people will waken and ...
Pàgina 35
... darkness broke His tall , commanding figure , Wrapt in a martial cloak . " Good evening , Nathan Baldwin ; I'm glad to see you out . ' ' It is my night on guard , sir , Before the Star redoubt . ' " And he : ' Did Morgan send you ? The ...
... darkness broke His tall , commanding figure , Wrapt in a martial cloak . " Good evening , Nathan Baldwin ; I'm glad to see you out . ' ' It is my night on guard , sir , Before the Star redoubt . ' " And he : ' Did Morgan send you ? The ...
Pàgina 41
... darkness , charm'd and holy now ; The night that erst no shame had worn , To it a happy name is given ; For in that stable lay , new - born , The peaceful Prince of Earth and Heaven , In the solemn midnight , Centuries ago ! A VISIT ...
... darkness , charm'd and holy now ; The night that erst no shame had worn , To it a happy name is given ; For in that stable lay , new - born , The peaceful Prince of Earth and Heaven , In the solemn midnight , Centuries ago ! A VISIT ...
Pàgina 52
... darkness once again , the match had burned away . She struck another hastily , and now she seemed to see Within the same warm chamber a glorious Christmas tree . The branches were all laden with things that children prize , Bright gifts ...
... darkness once again , the match had burned away . She struck another hastily , and now she seemed to see Within the same warm chamber a glorious Christmas tree . The branches were all laden with things that children prize , Bright gifts ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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,
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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,
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 66 - And shook it forth with a royal will. ' Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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 !