Popular English readings in prose and verse, ed. by R. FordRobert Ford 1892 |
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... eye , And the chestnut woods were still and calm beneath the deepening sky . But in that place , self - sacrificed , nor man nor beast we found , Nor fig - tree on the sun - touched slope , nor corn upon the ground , Each roofless but ...
... eye , And the chestnut woods were still and calm beneath the deepening sky . But in that place , self - sacrificed , nor man nor beast we found , Nor fig - tree on the sun - touched slope , nor corn upon the ground , Each roofless but ...
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... eyes , Nor anger showed nor shame , nor fear , nor sorrow , nor surprise ; At every step from soul to soul a nameless horror ran , And made us pale and silent as that silent murdered man . She sat and calmly soothed her child into a ...
... eyes , Nor anger showed nor shame , nor fear , nor sorrow , nor surprise ; At every step from soul to soul a nameless horror ran , And made us pale and silent as that silent murdered man . She sat and calmly soothed her child into a ...
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... eye , scanning the inmost soul , But her chill fingers trembled not as she returned the bowl ; And we , with lightsome hardihood , dismissing idle care , Sat down to eat and drink and laugh over our dainty fare . The laugh was loud ...
... eye , scanning the inmost soul , But her chill fingers trembled not as she returned the bowl ; And we , with lightsome hardihood , dismissing idle care , Sat down to eat and drink and laugh over our dainty fare . The laugh was loud ...
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... eye of Spain . And often now it breaks my rest , the tumult vague and wild , Drifting , like storm - tossed clouds , around the mother and her child- While she , distinct in raiment white , stands silently THE SPANISH MOTHER . 13.
... eye of Spain . And often now it breaks my rest , the tumult vague and wild , Drifting , like storm - tossed clouds , around the mother and her child- While she , distinct in raiment white , stands silently THE SPANISH MOTHER . 13.
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... eyes were fearful to look upon when they flashed , and they flashed almost always . He ate so much that people said he was hollow all through - legs , arms , and all - and packed his food from the feet upwards . Some people compared him ...
... eyes were fearful to look upon when they flashed , and they flashed almost always . He ate so much that people said he was hollow all through - legs , arms , and all - and packed his food from the feet upwards . Some people compared him ...
Términos y frases comunes
answer Ballyshannon Bardell Bardell's bless breath brother called chair CHARLES DICKENS child Christmas Cloudy Cluppins Colonel Quagg Court Cramp cried dead dear door dreadful EUGENE ARAM eyes face father fellah gentlemen GEORGE AUGUSTUS SALA gold spectacles Grace-Walking hammer hand head hear heard heart Henry jury kind permission knees knew Lady Malkinshaw LAKOLA learned friend lick light looked Lord ma'am Marley minister mother Muggletonian Namby Namby's necklace never night once pale Pamby Pickwick plaintiff poor pray pwoverbs roared Robin Crusoe round Samivel Scripp Scrooge Sergeant Buzfuz ship shore shout sight silent smile Somers son's room soul stairs strap tears tell Teviotdale there's thing thought Tomato sauce took turned twas Uncle Podger vewy voice weep Weller wery westry wife wild wind window Winkle woice word young Zephaniah
Pasajes populares
Página 56 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west — But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Página 57 - Alas, alas, the children! they are seeking Death in life, as best to have: They are binding up their hearts away from breaking, With a cerement from the grave. Go out, children, from the mine and from the city, Sing out, children, as the little thrushes do: Pluck your handfuls of the meadow-cowslips pretty, Laugh aloud, to feel your fingers let them through!
Página 38 - Then down I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep ; Or land or sea, though he should be Ten thousand fathoms deep...
Página 47 - Jacob," faltered" Scrooge, who now began to apply this to himself. " Business!" cried the Ghost, wringing its hands again. " Mankind was my business. The common welfare was my business; charity, mercy, forbearance, and benevolence, were all my business. The dealings of my trade were but a drop of water in the comprehensive ocean of my business!
Página 39 - MARLEY was dead : to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it : and Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to.
Página 55 - Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves is as true of personal habits as of money.
Página 59 - Our Father,' looking upward in the chamber, We say softly for a charm. We know no other words except 'Our Father,' And we think that, in some pause of angels' song, God may pluck them with the silence sweet to gather And hold both within His right hand which is strong. 'Our Father!' If He heard us, He would surely (For they call Him good and mild) Answer, smiling down the steep world very purely, 'Come and rest with me, my child,'
Página 86 - Of this man Pickwick I will say little : the subject presents but few attractions ; and I, gentlemen, am not the man, nor are you, gentlemen, the men, to delight in the contemplation of revolting heartlessness and of systematic villainy.
Página 41 - You're quite a powerful speaker, sir." he added, turning to his nephew. "I wonder you don't go into Parliament." "Don't be angry, uncle. Come! Dine with us to-morrow.