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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... seemed to pass through him , and then the daylight appeared , and a voice cried out , “ I declare , here is the tin soldier ! " The fish had been caught , taken to the market and sold to the cook , who took him into the kitchen and cut ...
... seemed to pass through him , and then the daylight appeared , and a voice cried out , “ I declare , here is the tin soldier ! " The fish had been caught , taken to the market and sold to the cook , who took him into the kitchen and cut ...
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... seemed as if it would never end , for already it stretched its enormous length all through the wood . Meantime his comrades were journeying on , till on a sudden one of them stumbled against something . " What can that be ? " said the ...
... seemed as if it would never end , for already it stretched its enormous length all through the wood . Meantime his comrades were journeying on , till on a sudden one of them stumbled against something . " What can that be ? " said the ...
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... seemed now to go right with him . The next person he met was a countryman , carry- ing a fine white goose under his arm . The countryman stopped to ask what o'clock it was ; and Hans told him all his luck , and how he had made so many ...
... seemed now to go right with him . The next person he met was a countryman , carry- ing a fine white goose under his arm . The countryman stopped to ask what o'clock it was ; and Hans told him all his luck , and how he had made so many ...
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... seemed like rods of iron , and his locks hung down upon his broad shoulders like curling snakes or hissing adders . Jack got off his horse , and put him in a thicket ; then with his coat of darkness on , came somewhat nearer to be- hold ...
... seemed like rods of iron , and his locks hung down upon his broad shoulders like curling snakes or hissing adders . Jack got off his horse , and put him in a thicket ; then with his coat of darkness on , came somewhat nearer to be- hold ...
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... seemed at first to be of vast strength and bigness , it vanished in a cloud of smoke ; whereupon a great joy seized the released knights and ladies . Accord- ing to his wont , Jack sent the head of the giant as a pres- ent to the king ...
... seemed at first to be of vast strength and bigness , it vanished in a cloud of smoke ; whereupon a great joy seized the released knights and ladies . Accord- ing to his wont , Jack sent the head of the giant as a pres- ent to the king ...
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.