Good Selections, in Prose and Poetry, for Use in Schools and Academies, Home and Church Sociables ...The author, 1885 - 159 páginas |
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... Cratchit's Dinner . Barbara Frietchie .... Bells ... Boys .. Bingen on the Rhine . ..Choate . 23 Stoddard . 32 .... Dickens . 43 Whittier . 65 Edgar A. Poe . 94 .Holmes . 132 Caroline Norton . 118 Charcoal Man .... Christmas Chant ...
... Cratchit's Dinner . Barbara Frietchie .... Bells ... Boys .. Bingen on the Rhine . ..Choate . 23 Stoddard . 32 .... Dickens . 43 Whittier . 65 Edgar A. Poe . 94 .Holmes . 132 Caroline Norton . 118 Charcoal Man .... Christmas Chant ...
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... CRATCHIT'S DINNER . Dickens ' " Christmas Carol . " BUT soon the steeples called good people all to church and chapel , and away they came , flocking through the streets in their best clothes , and with their gayest faces . And at the ...
... CRATCHIT'S DINNER . Dickens ' " Christmas Carol . " BUT soon the steeples called good people all to church and chapel , and away they came , flocking through the streets in their best clothes , and with their gayest faces . And at the ...
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... Cratchit , Cratchit's wife , dressed out but poorly in a twice - turned gown , but brave in rib- bons , which are cheap and make a goodly show for six- pence ; and she laid the cloth , assisted by Belinda Crat- chit , second of her ...
... Cratchit , Cratchit's wife , dressed out but poorly in a twice - turned gown , but brave in rib- bons , which are cheap and make a goodly show for six- pence ; and she laid the cloth , assisted by Belinda Crat- chit , second of her ...
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... Cratchit , look- ing round . 66 66 Not coming , " said Mrs. Cratchit . Not coming ! " said Bob , with a sudden declension in his high spirits ; for he had been Tim's blood - horse all the way from church , and had come home rampant ...
... Cratchit , look- ing round . 66 66 Not coming , " said Mrs. Cratchit . Not coming ! " said Bob , with a sudden declension in his high spirits ; for he had been Tim's blood - horse all the way from church , and had come home rampant ...
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... Cratchits went to fetch the goose , with which they soon returned in high procession . Mrs. Cratchit made the gravy ( ready beforehand in a little saucepan ) hissing hot ; Master Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigor ; Miss ...
... Cratchits went to fetch the goose , with which they soon returned in high procession . Mrs. Cratchit made the gravy ( ready beforehand in a little saucepan ) hissing hot ; Master Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigor ; Miss ...
Términos y frases comunes
answer bells beside better bird bless brave bright chamber child Christmas cold coming Cratchit cried darkness dead dear door dream eyes face fair fall father fear feet fell fire follow forest four friends give grave hand happy head hear heard heart heaven hill honor hope Italy keep Lady land laughed leaves light live look Lord March master meet morning mother never night o'er once passed Peter play poor Pyramus QUIN Ring roar rose round shine shout sitting smiling snow soon soul sound speak stand stars stood street sweet tears tell thee thing Thisbe thou thought thousand told took true turned Union voice wall wild wind young
Pasajes populares
Página 126 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore : Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the Raven,
Página 97 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells!
Página 129 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Página 95 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! - how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Página 27 - If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Página 126 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not...
Página 66 - And shook it forth with a royal will. ' Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Página 111 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 26 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea...
Página 67 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, but spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, over the face of the leader came ; the nobler nature within him stirred to life at that woman's deed and word. "Who touches a hair of yon gray head dies like a dog ! March on !