The golden gift, a book for the youngWilliam P. ***, 1868 |
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... the roughest gale That ever wind did blow . ' He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat Against the stinging blast ; He cut a rope from a broken spar , And bound her to the mast . Oh , father ! I hear the church - bells 22 THE GOLDEN GIFT .
... the roughest gale That ever wind did blow . ' He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat Against the stinging blast ; He cut a rope from a broken spar , And bound her to the mast . Oh , father ! I hear the church - bells 22 THE GOLDEN GIFT .
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Golden gift. Oh , father ! I hear the church - bells ring ; Oh , say , what may it be ? ' ' Tis a fog - bell on a rock - bound coast ! ' And he steered for the open sea . Oh , father ! I hear the sound of guns ; Oh , say , what may it be ...
Golden gift. Oh , father ! I hear the church - bells ring ; Oh , say , what may it be ? ' ' Tis a fog - bell on a rock - bound coast ! ' And he steered for the open sea . Oh , father ! I hear the sound of guns ; Oh , say , what may it be ...
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... hear a fly cough . ' ' Very good , ' replied the suitor ; but unless I find her so , remember I shall not marry her . ' And so they betook themselves to dinner . Discovering that the beer had not been drawn , Alice took a jug and ...
... hear a fly cough . ' ' Very good , ' replied the suitor ; but unless I find her so , remember I shall not marry her . ' And so they betook themselves to dinner . Discovering that the beer had not been drawn , Alice took a jug and ...
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... hears the ravens cry , and said , ' Give us , O Lord , this day our daily bread ! ' Across the Sound the birds of passage sailed , Speaking some unknown language strange and sweet Of tropic isle remote , and passing hailed The village ...
... hears the ravens cry , and said , ' Give us , O Lord , this day our daily bread ! ' Across the Sound the birds of passage sailed , Speaking some unknown language strange and sweet Of tropic isle remote , and passing hailed The village ...
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... hear the locust and the grasshopper Their melancholy hurdy - gurdies play ? Is this more pleasant to you than the whirr Of meadow - lark , and its sweet roundelay , Or twitter of little field - fares , as you take Your nooning in the ...
... hear the locust and the grasshopper Their melancholy hurdy - gurdies play ? Is this more pleasant to you than the whirr Of meadow - lark , and its sweet roundelay , Or twitter of little field - fares , as you take Your nooning in the ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
babe BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beautiful birds breast Bremen BROKEN FLOWER child Christiana Clever Alice Corporal creature cried Dame Van Winkle dark daughter dead dear donkey door eyes father forbear to weep girl Grasmere great-grandmother Field Griffin hand Harrison Weir head heard heart heaven heiress hole Holly-Tree John Gilpin Killingworth laughed Little white Lily live looked Magpie morning mother mountain neighbourhood never night o'er Paterson pipe poor pray prayer quoth rain Regina Reynard Reynard the Fox Rip Van Winkle Rip's rock round Sancho Sarah Green sentry-box sing sleep smiled snow stood stormy winds story sweet baby tail thee thing thou thought told took town tree turned Twas Uncle Toby Uncle Toby's village voice waiting wife wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH window winds do blow wonder woods
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الصفحة 86 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
الصفحة 148 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case. Said John, It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware. So turning to his horse, he said, I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
الصفحة 56 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
الصفحة 67 - Wolf would wag his tail, look wistfully in his master's face, and if dogs can feel pity I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart.
الصفحة 143 - Good lack ! quoth he, yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
الصفحة 23 - Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!" "O father! I see a gleaming light, O say, what may it be?" But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies; The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands, and prayed That saved she might be; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the waves, On the Lake of Galilee.
الصفحة 71 - ... his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen. He determined to revisit the scene of the last evening's gambol, and if he met with any of the party, to demand his dog and gun. As he rose to walk, he found himself stiff in the joints, and wanting in his usual activity. " These mountain beds do not agree with me...
الصفحة 66 - Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound.
الصفحة 69 - He was a short square-built old fellow, with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard. His dress was of the antique Dutch fashion — a cloth jerkin...
الصفحة 76 - Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against the tree." Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself, as he went up the mountain ; apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man.