Child Classics, Księga 5Bobbs-Merrill, 1909 |
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... stands out and higgles , and actually tires them till he gets a bargain . " As I had some opinion of my son's prudence , I was willing enough to intrust him with this commission ; and the next morning I perceived his sisters mighty busy ...
... stands out and higgles , and actually tires them till he gets a bargain . " As I had some opinion of my son's prudence , I was willing enough to intrust him with this commission ; and the next morning I perceived his sisters mighty busy ...
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... standing at the door , observed me , and thought , with reason , that I made a very singular and grotesque appearance . I then turned the corner , and went through Chestnut Street , eating my roll all the way ; and having made this ...
... standing at the door , observed me , and thought , with reason , that I made a very singular and grotesque appearance . I then turned the corner , and went through Chestnut Street , eating my roll all the way ; and having made this ...
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... standing in the bows with his arms stretched helplessly towards us - drifting out to sea ! " Head the boat in shore ! " shouted Phil Adams . Wallace ran to the tiller ; but the slight cockle - shell merely swung round and drifted ...
... standing in the bows with his arms stretched helplessly towards us - drifting out to sea ! " Head the boat in shore ! " shouted Phil Adams . Wallace ran to the tiller ; but the slight cockle - shell merely swung round and drifted ...
Strona 58
... stand fast for ever . " And while they doubted , one Marcus Curtius , a youth that had won great renown in war , rebuked them , saying , " Can ye doubt that Rome hath nothing better than arms and valor ? " Then all the people stood ...
... stand fast for ever . " And while they doubted , one Marcus Curtius , a youth that had won great renown in war , rebuked them , saying , " Can ye doubt that Rome hath nothing better than arms and valor ? " Then all the people stood ...
Strona 61
... stand against the weather , I was so confused that I looked out to sea for the wreck , and saw nothing but the foaming heads of the great waves . A half - dressed boatman , standing next me , pointed with his bare arm to the left . Then ...
... stand against the weather , I was so confused that I looked out to sea for the wreck , and saw nothing but the foaming heads of the great waves . A half - dressed boatman , standing next me , pointed with his bare arm to the left . Then ...
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Abridged Andy Antony arms asked Bashkirs battle bells Ben-Hur born Brutus burned Cæsar called Camelot cannon Captain chaise Cranford cried Crito dark dead deck Doctor Don Quixote Ernest eyes father fight fire fleet gave give glory hand hath head hear heard heart Hector honor horse Ichabod Indiana John Halifax JULIUS CÆSAR King knew Lady of Shalott land laughed letter live look Lord Maggie Mark Antony master Master of Ballantrae mother never night noble Pahom Phil Adams Pickwick poet poor postmaster Ralph Waldo Emerson road Robert Louis Stevenson round saddle Second Citizen seemed ship side Sigurd silent Silver simple old soul Squire Stone Face stood story tell thee thing thou thought trees turned versts walk wife wind Winkle word Zoeterwoude
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Strona 53 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Strona 229 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Strona 31 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Strona 166 - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
Strona 32 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At' that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Strona 226 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting.place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground.
Strona 303 - Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging.
Strona 278 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
Strona 216 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Strona 309 - ... full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air. some village Hampden that with dauntless breast the little tyrant of his fields withstood, some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.