The Heart of Oak Books: Third Book : Fairy Stories and Classic Tales of AdventureCharles Eliot Norton D.C. Heath, 1899 - 265 Seiten |
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... looked into the spring after her ball ; but it was very deep , so deep that she could not see the bottom of it . Then she began to lament her loss , and said , " Alas ! if I could only get my ball again , I would give all my fine ...
... looked into the spring after her ball ; but it was very deep , so deep that she could not see the bottom of it . Then she began to lament her loss , and said , " Alas ! if I could only get my ball again , I would give all my fine ...
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... looked straight before them . They wore splendid red and blue uniforms . The first thing in the world they ever heard were the words , " Tin soldiers ! " uttered by a little boy , who clapped his hands with delight when the lid of the ...
... looked straight before them . They wore splendid red and blue uniforms . The first thing in the world they ever heard were the words , " Tin soldiers ! " uttered by a little boy , who clapped his hands with delight when the lid of the ...
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... looked straight before him , and shouldered his musket . Suddenly the boat shot under a bridge which crossed the drain , and then it was as dark as the tin soldier's box . " Where am I going now ? " thought he 18 THE BRAVE TIN SOLDIER .
... looked straight before him , and shouldered his musket . Suddenly the boat shot under a bridge which crossed the drain , and then it was as dark as the tin soldier's box . " Where am I going now ? " thought he 18 THE BRAVE TIN SOLDIER .
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... looked at her , but she said nothing . - - Presently one of the little boys took up the tin soldier , and threw him into the stove . He had no reason for doing so , therefore it must have been the fault 20 THE BRAVE TIN SOLDIER .
... looked at her , but she said nothing . - - Presently one of the little boys took up the tin soldier , and threw him into the stove . He had no reason for doing so , therefore it must have been the fault 20 THE BRAVE TIN SOLDIER .
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... looked at the little lady , and she looked at him . He felt himself melting away , but he still remained firm with the gun on his shoulder . Suddenly the door of the room flew open , and the draught of air caught up the little dancer ...
... looked at the little lady , and she looked at him . He felt himself melting away , but he still remained firm with the gun on his shoulder . Suddenly the door of the room flew open , and the draught of air caught up the little dancer ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aladdin Alcinous Ali Baba Antinous asked Athene Baba beautiful began beggar bird Bob-o'-link brother Calypso Cassim cave chee Circe Cogia Hassan Colchis cried Cyclop daughter dead death delight door dreadful duckling Eumæus Eurylochus Eurymachus eyes fast father fear feast fell friends gate gave giant give gods gold guest hand head hear heard Heart of Oak heaven horse Ithaca Jason Jove king King Arthur knew lady lamp lived looked Lord Lovel magician mind Morgiana morning mother Nausicaa never night Ogygia palace Pelias Penelope Phæacian Phineus Phrixus poor princess quoth Jack replied robbers rock sail Scylla ship sight slaves soon Spink stood suitors sultan sword tears Telemachus tell thee thou thought tin soldier Tiresias told took Troy Ulysses Ulysses's wife winds wine wood words young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 47 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel...
Seite 101 - And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death In still yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?
Seite 136 - THE cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Seite 100 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead.
Seite 141 - 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 dew-drops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Seite 142 - ... reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick! More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled and shouted and called them by name. " Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! — To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all!
Seite 142 - TwAS the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that ST.
Seite 47 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Seite 143 - As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. His eyes — how they twinkled ! his dimples how merry ! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry...
Seite 137 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.