The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Tom 26Richard Garnett, Leon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, Limited, 1899 |
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... Maidie's laugh . Having made the fire cheery , he set her down in his ample chair , and standing sheepishly before her , began to say his lesson , which happened to be , 66 Ziccotty , diccotty , dock , the mouse ran up the clock , the ...
... Maidie's laugh . Having made the fire cheery , he set her down in his ample chair , and standing sheepishly before her , began to say his lesson , which happened to be , 66 Ziccotty , diccotty , dock , the mouse ran up the clock , the ...
Strona 363
... Maidie , rather despising and ill - using her sister Isabella , — a beautiful and gentle child . This partiality made Maidie apt at times to domineer over Isabella . tion this " ( writes her surviving sister ) " for the purpose of ...
... Maidie , rather despising and ill - using her sister Isabella , — a beautiful and gentle child . This partiality made Maidie apt at times to domineer over Isabella . tion this " ( writes her surviving sister ) " for the purpose of ...
Strona 364
... Maidie's first letter before she was six . The spell- ing unaltered , and there are no " commoes . " " MY DEAR ISA , - I now sit down to answer all your kind and beloved letters which you was so good as to write to me . This is the ...
... Maidie's first letter before she was six . The spell- ing unaltered , and there are no " commoes . " " MY DEAR ISA , - I now sit down to answer all your kind and beloved letters which you was so good as to write to me . This is the ...
Strona 366
... It is a lovely neuk , this Brae- head , preserved almost as it was two hundred years ago . " Lot and his wife , " mentioned by Maidie , - two quaintly cropped - - yew trees , still thrive ; the burn 366 MARJORIE FLEMING .
... It is a lovely neuk , this Brae- head , preserved almost as it was two hundred years ago . " Lot and his wife , " mentioned by Maidie , - two quaintly cropped - - yew trees , still thrive ; the burn 366 MARJORIE FLEMING .
Strona 368
... Maidie , for here she sins again : " Love is a very papithatick thing " ( it is almost a pity to correct this into pathetic ) , " as well as troublesome and tiresome - but O Isabella forbid me to speak of it . " Here are her reflections ...
... Maidie , for here she sins again : " Love is a very papithatick thing " ( it is almost a pity to correct this into pathetic ) , " as well as troublesome and tiresome - but O Isabella forbid me to speak of it . " Here are her reflections ...
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Strona 308 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties...
Strona 227 - My native country, thee, land of the noble free, Thy name I love: I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills like that above.
Strona 41 - There is always somewhere a weakest spot, — In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill, In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace, — lurking still, Find it somewhere you must and will, — Above or below, or within or without, — And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, A chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out. But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do, With an "I dew vum...
Strona 226 - O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Strona 214 - In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool. Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array.
Strona 111 - THE blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven ; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
Strona 226 - Oh, say, can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming; Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Strona 44 - But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh.
Strona 218 - King! Long live our noble King! God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us! God save the King!
Strona 118 - Into the fine cloth white like flame Weaving the golden thread, To fashion the birth-robes for them Who are just born, being dead. ' He shall fear, haply, and be dumb : Then...