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 9
... morning rounds . Thus all the cold and wintry day He labors much for little pay , Yet feels no less of happiness Than many a richer man , I guess , When through the shades of eve he spies The light of his own home , and cries , Charco ...
... morning rounds . Thus all the cold and wintry day He labors much for little pay , Yet feels no less of happiness Than many a richer man , I guess , When through the shades of eve he spies The light of his own home , and cries , Charco ...
Pàgina 44
... of work to finish up last night , ” replied the girl , “ and had to clear away this morning , mother ! ” Well ! Never mind so long as you are come , " said 66 Mrs. Cratchit . " Sit ye down before the fire 44 Good Selections .
... of work to finish up last night , ” replied the girl , “ and had to clear away this morning , mother ! ” Well ! Never mind so long as you are come , " said 66 Mrs. Cratchit . " Sit ye down before the fire 44 Good Selections .
Pàgina 49
... morning for a good long rest ; to - morrow being a holiday she passed at home . Also how she had seen a countess and a lord some days before , and how the lord was much about as tall as Peter ; " at which Peter pulled up his collar SO ...
... morning for a good long rest ; to - morrow being a holiday she passed at home . Also how she had seen a countess and a lord some days before , and how the lord was much about as tall as Peter ; " at which Peter pulled up his collar SO ...
Pàgina 53
... morning breaks up in the dull skies On the city wrapt in vapor , on the spot where Gretchen lies . In her scant and tattered garments , with her back against the wall , She sitteth cold and rigid , she answers to no call . They have ...
... morning breaks up in the dull skies On the city wrapt in vapor , on the spot where Gretchen lies . In her scant and tattered garments , with her back against the wall , She sitteth cold and rigid , she answers to no call . They have ...
Pàgina 58
... morning light , A steed as black as the steeds of night , Was seen to pass , as with eagle flight , As if he knew the terrible need ; He stretched away with his utmost speed , Hills rose and fell ; but his heart was gay , With Sheridan ...
... morning light , A steed as black as the steeds of night , Was seen to pass , as with eagle flight , As if he knew the terrible need ; He stretched away with his utmost speed , Hills rose and fell ; but his heart was gay , With Sheridan ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
answer bells beside better bird bless brave bright chamber child Christmas cold coming Cratchit cried darkness dead dear door dream eyes face fair fall father fear feet fell fire follow forest four friends give grave hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hill honor hope Italy keep Lady land laughed leaves light live look Lord March master meet morning mother never night o'er once passed Peter play poor Pyramus QUIN Ring roar rose round shine shout sitting smiling snow soon soul sound speak stand stars stood street sweet tears tell thee thing Thisbe thou thought thousand told took true turned Union voice wall wild wind young
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 !