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... turning , he began to notice with an appearance of interest , the employment of some Indian boys of his own age , who were shooting at a mark , and he gave them to understand that he had practised a little himself , with the Chactaw ...
... turning , he began to notice with an appearance of interest , the employment of some Indian boys of his own age , who were shooting at a mark , and he gave them to understand that he had practised a little himself , with the Chactaw ...
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... turned by a screw ; What were they , and their wonderful glory , Compared , wooden Dobbin , with you ? You need neither manger nor bin ; You are shod without shoes to your feet ; You starve , and yet never grow thin ; You work , and ...
... turned by a screw ; What were they , and their wonderful glory , Compared , wooden Dobbin , with you ? You need neither manger nor bin ; You are shod without shoes to your feet ; You starve , and yet never grow thin ; You work , and ...
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... - posed to resent it as a wrong . He turned his back to leave her , and took some few steps away ; but it seemed that kinder feelings came in to temper his resentment ; for he again advanced , and said to 42 THE EARLY WED AND EARLY DEAD .
... - posed to resent it as a wrong . He turned his back to leave her , and took some few steps away ; but it seemed that kinder feelings came in to temper his resentment ; for he again advanced , and said to 42 THE EARLY WED AND EARLY DEAD .
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... turned her back , and wept . The child wept sorely also , as he left his mother's hand . And , -well may ye whisper to yourselves , my gentle readers , " Ah ! it must then be so ; -they never met again ! " The Protector could ill ...
... turned her back , and wept . The child wept sorely also , as he left his mother's hand . And , -well may ye whisper to yourselves , my gentle readers , " Ah ! it must then be so ; -they never met again ! " The Protector could ill ...
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... turned him round about , and went into his den , For well he knew , the silly fly would soon come back again : So he wove a subtle web , in a little corner , sly , And set his table ready , to dine upon the fly . Then he went out to his ...
... turned him round about , and went into his den , For well he knew , the silly fly would soon come back again : So he wove a subtle web , in a little corner , sly , And set his table ready , to dine upon the fly . Then he went out to his ...
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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.