Choice Literature, كتاب 6American Book Company, 1912 |
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الصفحة 58
... poor mansion , till it was reduced to ashes . Together with a cottage ( a sorry antediluvian makeshift of a build- ing , you may think it , ) which was of much more impor- tance , a fine litter of newborn pigs , no less than nine in ...
... poor mansion , till it was reduced to ashes . Together with a cottage ( a sorry antediluvian makeshift of a build- ing , you may think it , ) which was of much more impor- tance , a fine litter of newborn pigs , no less than nine in ...
الصفحة 95
... gluttonous rogues ! And every lover of the gentle craft was out to avenge the poor May flies . So one fine Thursday afternoon , Tom , having bor- rowed East's new rod , started by himself to the TOM BROWN'S SCHOOL DAYS 95.
... gluttonous rogues ! And every lover of the gentle craft was out to avenge the poor May flies . So one fine Thursday afternoon , Tom , having bor- rowed East's new rod , started by himself to the TOM BROWN'S SCHOOL DAYS 95.
الصفحة 100
... Poor little fel- low , ” said she in almost a whisper ; " his father's dead , and he's got no brothers . And his mamma , such a kind sweet lady , almost broke her heart at leaving him this morning ; and she said one of his sisters was ...
... Poor little fel- low , ” said she in almost a whisper ; " his father's dead , and he's got no brothers . And his mamma , such a kind sweet lady , almost broke her heart at leaving him this morning ; and she said one of his sisters was ...
الصفحة 104
... poor boy was trembling and hesitating . Tom struck in— “ You be hanged , Tadpole . He'll have to sing whether he can or not , Saturday twelve weeks , and that's long enough off yet . " " Do you know him at home , Brown ? " " No ; but ...
... poor boy was trembling and hesitating . Tom struck in— “ You be hanged , Tadpole . He'll have to sing whether he can or not , Saturday twelve weeks , and that's long enough off yet . " " Do you know him at home , Brown ? " " No ; but ...
الصفحة 105
... poor little slight Arthur standing with them , and as he was leading him upstairs to Number 4 , directly after prayers , and showing him his bed . It was a huge , high , airy room , with two large windows looking on to the School close ...
... poor little slight Arthur standing with them , and as he was leading him upstairs to Number 4 , directly after prayers , and showing him his bed . It was a huge , high , airy room , with two large windows looking on to the School close ...
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Alice Cary Annabel Lee Annie arms Arthur battle began Ben Bolt beneath bless born boys Brown called clouds Cusha dark dead dear death earth East EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN Enoch eyes face father fear feet fell fellow field fire flowers FRANCIS MILES FINCH friends grave gray green half hand head heard heart heaven HENRY WARD BEECHER hill hollow honor horse hounds hour Ichabod Ichabod Crane JOSEPH ADDISON keeper king knew land light live look Lord MAX SCHNECKENBURGER morning never night o'er old oaken bucket passed poor pride Rhine river rose round Rugby scene Schoolhouse scud shouted side Sleepy Hollow smile spring stand thy sons stood sweet Tadpole tell thee things thou thought town tree turned uppe voice walk wild wind wood young Brooke
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الصفحة 217 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
الصفحة 238 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
الصفحة 363 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
الصفحة 371 - That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
الصفحة 51 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
الصفحة 197 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love I and my ANNABEL LEE — With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
الصفحة 347 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
الصفحة 279 - And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain.
الصفحة 220 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
الصفحة 364 - The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.