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... fear that they had given up all hope of ever seeing him alive , and would therefore cease to search for him ; and many a time , when he went past the place where poor Diego breathed his last , would he wish that he too had died : for ...
... fear that they had given up all hope of ever seeing him alive , and would therefore cease to search for him ; and many a time , when he went past the place where poor Diego breathed his last , would he wish that he too had died : for ...
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tude rendered him almost sick , with the alternate hopes and fears attendant on his terrible situation . He had frequently accompanied hunting parties over a considerable portion of that ground which he had first . traversed as a ...
tude rendered him almost sick , with the alternate hopes and fears attendant on his terrible situation . He had frequently accompanied hunting parties over a considerable portion of that ground which he had first . traversed as a ...
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... fear of the cannibals , whom it was but too probable had carried all the inhabitants away . Still , an idea rose in his mind , favourable to pro- ceeding in that direction ; accordingly , he travelled on one other day , when , so far as ...
... fear of the cannibals , whom it was but too probable had carried all the inhabitants away . Still , an idea rose in his mind , favourable to pro- ceeding in that direction ; accordingly , he travelled on one other day , when , so far as ...
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... fear a long while I might stop ; For I can't trace your pedigree higher Than up to the carpenter's shop . Never mind ; -for when asked for your points , E'en a jockey of honour may say , That if you are stiff in your joints , It keeps ...
... fear a long while I might stop ; For I can't trace your pedigree higher Than up to the carpenter's shop . Never mind ; -for when asked for your points , E'en a jockey of honour may say , That if you are stiff in your joints , It keeps ...
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... fears , and cleared off their suspi- cions , but induced the Council at their next meeting to name him Lord Protector ; " and thus , " says an historian of those troublous times , " the lamb was betaken to the wolf to keep . " But the ...
... fears , and cleared off their suspi- cions , but induced the Council at their next meeting to name him Lord Protector ; " and thus , " says an historian of those troublous times , " the lamb was betaken to the wolf to keep . " But the ...
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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.