Our Young Folks, المجلد 4

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John Townsend Trowbridge, Lucy Larcom, Gail Hamilton
Ticknor and Fields, 1868
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الصفحة 756 - Suppose somebody should have got over the wall of the backyard, and stolen it, while they were merry with the goose — a supposition at which the two young Cratchits became livid ! All sorts of horrors were supposed. Hallo ! A great deal of steam ! The pudding was out of the copper. A smell like a washing-day ! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastry-cook's next door to each other, with a laundress's next door to that ! That was the pudding ! In half a minute Mrs.
الصفحة 757 - Oh, a wonderful pudding ! Bob Cratchit said, and calmly too, that he regarded it as the greatest success achieved by Mrs. Cratchit since their marriage.
الصفحة 38 - Freddy, and all the snow ; And the sheep will scamper into the fold When the North begins to blow. Which is the Wind that brings the heat ? The South Wind, Katy ; and corn will grow, And peaches redden for you to eat, When the South begins to blow.
الصفحة 280 - Bright before it beat the water, Beat the clear and sunny water, Beat the shining Big-Sea-Water. There the wrinkled old Nokomis Nursed the little Hiawatha, Rocked him in his linden cradle, Bedded soft in moss and rushes, Safely bound with reindeer sinews; Stilled his fretful wail by saying, "Hush!
الصفحة 242 - When the devil was sick, the devil a monk would be, When the devil was well, the devil a monk was he.
الصفحة 364 - That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That killed the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.
الصفحة 610 - doin' peaches " All the afternoon, — Don't you think that autumn's Pleasanter than June ? Little fairy snow-flakes Dancing in the flue; Old Mr. Santa Claus, What is keeping you ? Twilight and firelight Shadows come and go ; Merry chime of sleigh-bells Tinkling through the snow; Mother knitting stockings (Pussy's got the ball), — Don't you think that winter's Pleasanter than all ? Thomas Bailey Aldrich.
الصفحة 421 - Over my shaded doorway Two little "brown-winged birds Have chosen to fashion their dwelling, And utter their loving words ; All day they are going and coming On errands frequent and fleet, And warbling over and over, " Sweetest, sweet, sweet, O sweet ! " Their necks are changeful and shining.
الصفحة 609 - Apples in the orchard Mellowing one by one; Strawberries upturning Soft cheeks to the sun; Roses faint with sweetness, Lilies fair of face, Drowsy scents and murmurs Haunting every place; Lengths of golden sunshine, Moonlight bright as day,— Don't you think that summer's Pleasanter than May?
الصفحة 563 - They drive home the cows from the pasture, Up through the long, shady lane, Where the quail whistles loud in the wheat fields.

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