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 18
... snow - flake falls on snow - flake , As a leaf drops on a river , As the thistle - down on water . Forth with cheerful words of welcome Came the father of Osseo , He with radiant locks of silver , He with eyes serene and tender . And he ...
... snow - flake falls on snow - flake , As a leaf drops on a river , As the thistle - down on water . Forth with cheerful words of welcome Came the father of Osseo , He with radiant locks of silver , He with eyes serene and tender . And he ...
Pàgina 21
... snow , -- O ye that hear , With thrills of pity , or chills of fear , Wishing some angel had been sent To shield the hapless and innocent , — Know ye the fiend that is crueller far Than the gaunt gray herds of the forest are ? Swiftly ...
... snow , -- O ye that hear , With thrills of pity , or chills of fear , Wishing some angel had been sent To shield the hapless and innocent , — Know ye the fiend that is crueller far Than the gaunt gray herds of the forest are ? Swiftly ...
Pàgina 32
... snow . In an old New England farm - house , That snowy winter night , In the spacious chimney corner , Where the logs were blazing bright , An aged man was sitting In the cheery light and heat , With his head upon his bosom , And the ...
... snow . In an old New England farm - house , That snowy winter night , In the spacious chimney corner , Where the logs were blazing bright , An aged man was sitting In the cheery light and heat , With his head upon his bosom , And the ...
Pàgina 33
... snow . " " On the seventeenth of December ( The day was still and bright ) We crossed the swollen Schuylkill , With Valley Forge in sight . 66 We saw the smoke of the forges , We heard the anvil's ring : You should have heard us , Abner ...
... snow . " " On the seventeenth of December ( The day was still and bright ) We crossed the swollen Schuylkill , With Valley Forge in sight . 66 We saw the smoke of the forges , We heard the anvil's ring : You should have heard us , Abner ...
Pàgina 34
... , Before the star redoubt . " I thought I heard them call me ( It was my turn to go , ) So I snatched a hat and musket , And hobbled through the snow ; " Along the grim abatis , That faced the windy 34 Good Selections .
... , Before the star redoubt . " I thought I heard them call me ( It was my turn to go , ) So I snatched a hat and musket , And hobbled through the snow ; " Along the grim abatis , That faced the windy 34 Good Selections .
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 !