Gleanings from popular authors, grave and gay, Volumen11882 |
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... morning ; and Dora , made so trim by my aunt's hands , shows me how her pretty hair will curl upon the pillow yet , and how long and bright it is , and how she likes to have it loosely gathered in that net she wears . I " Not that I am ...
... morning ; and Dora , made so trim by my aunt's hands , shows me how her pretty hair will curl upon the pillow yet , and how long and bright it is , and how she likes to have it loosely gathered in that net she wears . I " Not that I am ...
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... morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown . And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall , Who that day would be lying dead , Pierced by a British musket - ball You know the rest . In the books you ...
... morning breeze Blowing over the meadows brown . And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall , Who that day would be lying dead , Pierced by a British musket - ball You know the rest . In the books you ...
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... morning breeze Plowing over the meadows brown . And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall , Who that day would be lying dead , Pierced by a British musket - ball . You know the rest . In the books ...
... morning breeze Plowing over the meadows brown . And one was safe and asleep in his bed Who at the bridge would be first to fall , Who that day would be lying dead , Pierced by a British musket - ball . You know the rest . In the books ...
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... how to use the former , which I imagined to WR — 66 Thanks good morning . " 66 ' Mornin ' , sir- done it wrong , and have been had up for culpable canicide . with the poetry torn out of the introduction and the. HOW TO WASH A DOG . 45 27.
... how to use the former , which I imagined to WR — 66 Thanks good morning . " 66 ' Mornin ' , sir- done it wrong , and have been had up for culpable canicide . with the poetry torn out of the introduction and the. HOW TO WASH A DOG . 45 27.
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Gleanings. HOW TO WASH A DOG . " Thanks - good morning . " " Mornin ' , sir - canicide . THE CHRISTMAS CHOIR . 1 1 Cook kindly pinned the. IN THE BATH . ( Drawn by W. Ralston . ) WINSTANLEY . A BALLAD . [ By JEAN INGELOW . DOG was look ...
Gleanings. HOW TO WASH A DOG . " Thanks - good morning . " " Mornin ' , sir - canicide . THE CHRISTMAS CHOIR . 1 1 Cook kindly pinned the. IN THE BATH . ( Drawn by W. Ralston . ) WINSTANLEY . A BALLAD . [ By JEAN INGELOW . DOG was look ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Agra asked beautiful began bells boat Brer Fox Brer Rabbit BRET HARTE called captain carronades Clan Chattan Colonel cried dark dead dear deck Deerslayer door Dora exclaimed eyes face father fear fell fellow fire foresail groaned hair hand happy head hear heard heart honour horse Iona Jack Jack Goodwin Jellyby Johnny Katharine knew lady laugh light look Macleod married mind morning never night once Othello Petrucio pirate poor replied Rip Van Winkle rose round sail seemed sezee ship side silence smile Sol Davis soon sound stood story strange talk tears tell things THOMAS HOOD thought told Tom Norris took Trenck turned uncle Toby voice walk wife wild wind window word young
Pasajes populares
Página 65 - 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 65 - 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 105 - 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 105 - The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone : He cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Página vi - 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.
Página 89 - 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 89 - 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 107 - 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 22 - ... 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 22 - 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.