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 27
... rose over the bay , Where , swinging wide at her moorings , lay The Somerset , British man - of - war , A phantom - ship , with each mast and spar Across the moon , like a prison - bar , And a huge black hulk , that was magnified By its ...
... rose over the bay , Where , swinging wide at her moorings , lay The Somerset , British man - of - war , A phantom - ship , with each mast and spar Across the moon , like a prison - bar , And a huge black hulk , that was magnified By its ...
Pàgina 28
... rose above the graves on the hill , Lonely and spectral , and sombre and still . And lo ! as he looks on the belfry's height . A glimmer , and then a gleam of light ! He springs to the saddle , the bridle he turns , But lingers and ...
... rose above the graves on the hill , Lonely and spectral , and sombre and still . And lo ! as he looks on the belfry's height . A glimmer , and then a gleam of light ! He springs to the saddle , the bridle he turns , But lingers and ...
Pàgina 34
... rose ) , And your father sat and watched me , And patched my tattered clothes ! " One night when I was better , The guard was ordered out , In front of Varnum's quarters , Before the star redoubt . " I thought I heard them call me ( It ...
... rose ) , And your father sat and watched me , And patched my tattered clothes ! " One night when I was better , The guard was ordered out , In front of Varnum's quarters , Before the star redoubt . " I thought I heard them call me ( It ...
Pàgina 43
... rose ; He sprang to his sleigh , to his team gave a whistle , And away they all flew like the down of a thistle . But I heard him exclaim , ere he drove out of sight , Merry Christmas to all , and to all a good - night . ” 66 BOB ...
... rose ; He sprang to his sleigh , to his team gave a whistle , And away they all flew like the down of a thistle . But I heard him exclaim , ere he drove out of sight , Merry Christmas to all , and to all a good - night . ” 66 BOB ...
Pàgina 44
... rose Mrs. Cratchit , Cratchit's wife , dressed out but poorly in a twice - turned gown , but brave in rib- bons , which are cheap and make a goodly show for six- pence ; and she laid the cloth , assisted by Belinda Crat- chit , second ...
... rose Mrs. Cratchit , Cratchit's wife , dressed out but poorly in a twice - turned gown , but brave in rib- bons , which are cheap and make a goodly show for six- pence ; and she laid the cloth , assisted by Belinda Crat- chit , second ...
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 !