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... Paula Sevilla , who lived in a small cabin in one of those secluded valleys which are to be found in the mountainous districts of Spain . The produce of the chestnut trees that shaded their lonely dwelling , the vegetables and esculent ...
... Paula Sevilla , who lived in a small cabin in one of those secluded valleys which are to be found in the mountainous districts of Spain . The produce of the chestnut trees that shaded their lonely dwelling , the vegetables and esculent ...
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... Paula beheld her hus- band no more ; -he fell , defending one of the secret passes of his native mountains , overpowered by numbers . Antonia and Juan wept with their mother ; or strove to comfort her with hopes that it might yet be ...
... Paula beheld her hus- band no more ; -he fell , defending one of the secret passes of his native mountains , overpowered by numbers . Antonia and Juan wept with their mother ; or strove to comfort her with hopes that it might yet be ...
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in the war , and Paula submitted herself humbly to the chastening hand of affliction , and said , ' it is the will of the Lord . ' Antonia and Juan were kind and dutiful children to their mother , and were so fondly attached to each ...
in the war , and Paula submitted herself humbly to the chastening hand of affliction , and said , ' it is the will of the Lord . ' Antonia and Juan were kind and dutiful children to their mother , and were so fondly attached to each ...
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and the countenance of Paula would brighten into smiles of maternal affection , as her ear caught the sound of their sweet joyous voices in the valley , chanting snatches of the old Moorish ballads which she had been accustomed to sing ...
and the countenance of Paula would brighten into smiles of maternal affection , as her ear caught the sound of their sweet joyous voices in the valley , chanting snatches of the old Moorish ballads which she had been accustomed to sing ...
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... Paula drew back with a feeling almost of dread as the French accent fell upon her ear ; the remem- brance of her suffering country , of her dead hus- band , and all the woes she had lately witnessed , rushed upon her mind . " How can ...
... Paula drew back with a feeling almost of dread as the French accent fell upon her ear ; the remem- brance of her suffering country , of her dead hus- band , and all the woes she had lately witnessed , rushed upon her mind . " How can ...
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Página 52 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by: With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, — Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head— poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He...
Página 51 - Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing ; Your robes are green and purple — there's a crest upon your head ; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead...
Página 53 - At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den Within his little parlor — but she ne'er came out again! And now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye, And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
Página 51 - Sweet creature," said the spider, "You're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings, How brilliant are your eyes. I have a little looking-glass Upon my parlor shelf; If you'll step in one moment, dear, You shall behold yourself." "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "For what you're pleased to say, And bidding you good morning, now, I'll call another day.
Página 50 - I do To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you? I have, within my pantry, Good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome — Will you please to take a slice?" "O no, no," said the little fly, "Kind sir, that cannot be; I've heard what's in your pantry, And I do not wish to see.
Página 162 - I am lodged in a house that affords me conveniences and comforts which even a king could not command some centuries ago. There are ships crossing the seas in every direction, to bring what is useful to me from all parts of the earth.
Página 51 - said the Spider, ' you're witty and you're wise ; How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes ! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf, If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.' ' I thank you, gentle sir,' she said, ' for what you're pleased to say, And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day.
Página 29 - And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !
Página 49 - Oh, no, no," said the little fly, " to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair, can ne'er come down again.