The golden gift, a book for the youngWilliam P. ***, 1868 |
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... rain Bring the springing flowers ; And I may attain Much by little powers . Every little mite , Every little measure , Helps to spread the light , Helps to swell the treasure . IT BESIEGED IN THE SNOW . [ THOMAS DE QUINCEY THE CHILD'S ...
... rain Bring the springing flowers ; And I may attain Much by little powers . Every little mite , Every little measure , Helps to spread the light , Helps to swell the treasure . IT BESIEGED IN THE SNOW . [ THOMAS DE QUINCEY THE CHILD'S ...
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... tear . And thro ' the vale fierce wind and rain Rushed with a heedless might and main , That snapped its slender stem in twain . Thus in the churchyard grassy graves , And on the. [ R. PATERSON . ] [ LAWRENCE STERNE . ] THE GOLDEN GIFT .
... tear . And thro ' the vale fierce wind and rain Rushed with a heedless might and main , That snapped its slender stem in twain . Thus in the churchyard grassy graves , And on the. [ R. PATERSON . ] [ LAWRENCE STERNE . ] THE GOLDEN GIFT .
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... rain ! Or a few cherries , that are not so sweet As are the songs these uninvited guests Sing at their feast with comfortable breasts . ' Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these ? Do you ne'er think who made them , and who taught ...
... rain ! Or a few cherries , that are not so sweet As are the songs these uninvited guests Sing at their feast with comfortable breasts . ' Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these ? Do you ne'er think who made them , and who taught ...
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... raining , is to let it rain . Then they repealed the law , although they knew It would not call the dead to life again ; As school - boys , finding their mistake too late , Draw a wet sponge across the accusing slate . That year in ...
... raining , is to let it rain . Then they repealed the law , although they knew It would not call the dead to life again ; As school - boys , finding their mistake too late , Draw a wet sponge across the accusing slate . That year in ...
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... rain . Little white Lily holdeth her cup ; Rain is fast falling and filling it up . • Little white Lily said , Good again , When I am thirsty to have nice rain ; Now I am stronger , now I am cool ; Heat cannot burn me , my veins are so ...
... rain . Little white Lily holdeth her cup ; Rain is fast falling and filling it up . • Little white Lily said , Good again , When I am thirsty to have nice rain ; Now I am stronger , now I am cool ; Heat cannot burn me , my veins are so ...
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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.