Gleanings from popular authors, grave and gay, Volumen11882 |
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... face clouded and for me ! and I would go softly to her and say : " What's the matter , Dora ! " Dora would look up hopelessly , and reply , " They won't come right . They make my head ache so . And they won't do anything I want ! " Then ...
... face clouded and for me ! and I would go softly to her and say : " What's the matter , Dora ! " Dora would look up hopelessly , and reply , " They won't come right . They make my head ache so . And they won't do anything I want ! " Then ...
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... face turned towards days more . " I have begun to fear , remotely , that me . We have been silent , and there is a smile the day may never shine when I shall see my child - upon her face . I have ceased to carry my light wife running in ...
... face turned towards days more . " I have begun to fear , remotely , that me . We have been silent , and there is a smile the day may never shine when I shall see my child - upon her face . I have ceased to carry my light wife running in ...
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... face clouded --and for me ! -- and I would g softly to her and say : .. What's the matter , Dora ! ” go Dora would look up hopelessly , and reply , " They won't come right . They make my head ache so . And they won't do anything I want ...
... face clouded --and for me ! -- and I would g softly to her and say : .. What's the matter , Dora ! ” go Dora would look up hopelessly , and reply , " They won't come right . They make my head ache so . And they won't do anything I want ...
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... face tumed towards It is evening ; and I sit in the same dair , v me on her face . I have owed to carry by „ za We have been Kent , and there is a LA Sizden up and down staire Low , the day . - Drady : * ~ My dear Dre ? He is , as it ...
... face tumed towards It is evening ; and I sit in the same dair , v me on her face . I have owed to carry by „ za We have been Kent , and there is a LA Sizden up and down staire Low , the day . - Drady : * ~ My dear Dre ? He is , as it ...
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... face upon the pillow by her , and she looks into my eyes and speaks very softly . Gradually , as she goes on , I ... face . " Oh , Jip ! It may be never again ! " He lies down at my feet , stretches himself out as if to sleep , and with ...
... face upon the pillow by her , and she looks into my eyes and speaks very softly . Gradually , as she goes on , I ... face . " Oh , Jip ! It may be never again ! " He lies down at my feet , stretches himself out as if to sleep , and with ...
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Términos y frases comunes
asked beautiful began bells boat Bob Wilkins Brer Fox Brer Rabbit BRET HARTE called captain carronades cold Colonel cried dark dead dear death Deerslayer door Dora exclaimed eyes face father fear feel fell fellow fire gaze gentlemen Gordon Browne hair hand happy head hear heard heart honour horse hour Iona Ivanhoe Jack Jellyby knew lady laugh light look Macleod mind morning never night once ophicleide Othello Petrucio Phadrig poor replied Richard Sale Rip Van Winkle roar rose round seemed sez Brer sezee shot side Sol Davis soon sound stood story tears tell there's things thou thought told Tom Norris took Trenck turned uncle Toby voice vrom walk wall wife wind window word young
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Página 13 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Página 13 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Página 111 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call : Gramercy! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all. See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
Página 109 - The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone : He cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Página 73 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Página 73 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they screa,m out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Página 113 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust.
Página 25 - ... Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!" — at the same time Wolf bristled up his back and giving a low growl, skulked to his master's side, looking fearfully down into the glen. Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing over him; he looked anxiously in the same direction and perceived a strange figure slowly toiling up the rocks and bending under the weight of something he carried on his back. He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place, but supposing it to be some...
Página 25 - As they ascended, Rip every now and then heard long rolling peals, like distant thunder, that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine, or rather cleft, between lofty rocks, toward which their rugged path conducted.