Choice Literature, Bücher 6American Book Company, 1912 |
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... tell you more , " said Wamba , in the same " There is old Alderman Ox continues to hold his Saxon epithet while he is under the charge of serfs and bondsmen such as thou ; but becomes beef , a fiery French gallant , when he arrives ...
... tell you more , " said Wamba , in the same " There is old Alderman Ox continues to hold his Saxon epithet while he is under the charge of serfs and bondsmen such as thou ; but becomes beef , a fiery French gallant , when he arrives ...
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... tell the foul impostor , on whose inspiration he came hither , how he has sped on his errand . For thee , my swart and silent friend , " he added , turning to the Ethiopian . " But how's this ? Thou art wounded , and with a poisoned ...
... tell the foul impostor , on whose inspiration he came hither , how he has sped on his errand . For thee , my swart and silent friend , " he added , turning to the Ethiopian . " But how's this ? Thou art wounded , and with a poisoned ...
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... tell thee , haughty peer , He who does England's message here , Although the meanest in her state , May well , proud Angus , be thy mate ; And , Douglas , more I tell thee here , Even in thy pitch of pride- Here in thy hold , thy ...
... tell thee , haughty peer , He who does England's message here , Although the meanest in her state , May well , proud Angus , be thy mate ; And , Douglas , more I tell thee here , Even in thy pitch of pride- Here in thy hold , thy ...
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... tell the truth , keep a brave and kind heart , and never listen to or say anything you wouldn't have your mother and sister hear , and you'll never feel ashamed to come home , or we to see you . " The allusion to his mother made Tom ...
... tell the truth , keep a brave and kind heart , and never listen to or say anything you wouldn't have your mother and sister hear , and you'll never feel ashamed to come home , or we to see you . " The allusion to his mother made Tom ...
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... tell Boots to call you , and be up to see you off . " At ten minutes to three he was down in the coffee room in his stockings , carrying his hatbox , coat , and comforter in his hand ; and there he found his father nursing a bright fire ...
... tell Boots to call you , and be up to see you off . " At ten minutes to three he was down in the coffee room in his stockings , carrying his hatbox , coat , and comforter in his hand ; and there he found his father nursing a bright fire ...
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Alice Cary Annabel Lee Annie arms Arthur battle began Ben Bolt beneath bless born boys Brown called clouds Cusha dark dead dear death earth East EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN Enoch eyes face father fear feet fell fellow field fire flowers FRANCIS MILES FINCH friends grave gray green half hand head heard heart heaven HENRY WARD BEECHER hill hollow honor horse hounds hour Ichabod Ichabod Crane JOSEPH ADDISON keeper king knew land light live look Lord MAX SCHNECKENBURGER morning never night o'er old oaken bucket passed poor pride Rhine river rose round Rugby scene Schoolhouse scud shouted side Sleepy Hollow smile spring stand thy sons stood sweet Tadpole tell thee things thou thought town tree turned uppe voice walk wild wind wood young Brooke
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Seite 217 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Seite 238 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Seite 363 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Seite 371 - That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Seite 51 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Seite 197 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. / was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love I and my ANNABEL LEE — With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Seite 347 - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Seite 279 - And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain.
Seite 220 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Seite 364 - The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.