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Σελίδα
... PRETTY FLOWER , TELL ME WHY . FACTS FROM FAIRYLAND . LOCHINVAR . BEHOLD THE FOWLS OF THE AIR . SIGHING FOR SPRING . HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD THE HERMIT . WELL . PEROR . THE LIGHT OF HOME . THE NAIL . NEWS . FABLE - THE DOG AND THE TO ...
... PRETTY FLOWER , TELL ME WHY . FACTS FROM FAIRYLAND . LOCHINVAR . BEHOLD THE FOWLS OF THE AIR . SIGHING FOR SPRING . HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD THE HERMIT . WELL . PEROR . THE LIGHT OF HOME . THE NAIL . NEWS . FABLE - THE DOG AND THE TO ...
Σελίδα 6
... pretty lullaby , they left her , to perform the important services she had enjoined them . Oberon then softly drew near his Titania , and dropped some of the love juice on her eyelids , saying- What thou seest when thou dost wake Do it ...
... pretty lullaby , they left her , to perform the important services she had enjoined them . Oberon then softly drew near his Titania , and dropped some of the love juice on her eyelids , saying- What thou seest when thou dost wake Do it ...
Σελίδα 7
... pretty harmless Midsummer Night's Dream . THE LARK AND THE ROOK . " GOOD NIGHT , Sir Rook ! " said a little lark , " The daylight fades , it will soon be dark ; I've bathed my wings in the sun's last ray , I've sung my hymn to the dying ...
... pretty harmless Midsummer Night's Dream . THE LARK AND THE ROOK . " GOOD NIGHT , Sir Rook ! " said a little lark , " The daylight fades , it will soon be dark ; I've bathed my wings in the sun's last ray , I've sung my hymn to the dying ...
Σελίδα 11
... pretty indeed , and expressed his desire to learn it also . " By all means , " said his father , “ I shall sing it very often , so you may learn it if you please . " " For my part , " said Flapsy , " I do not think I could have patience ...
... pretty indeed , and expressed his desire to learn it also . " By all means , " said his father , “ I shall sing it very often , so you may learn it if you please . " " For my part , " said Flapsy , " I do not think I could have patience ...
Σελίδα 12
... pretty things to her that they quite turned her little head . In her confusion she forgot what her god - mother had said to her about being home before midnight , and just as the prince was in the middle of one of his fine speeches ...
... pretty things to her that they quite turned her little head . In her confusion she forgot what her god - mother had said to her about being home before midnight , and just as the prince was in the middle of one of his fine speeches ...
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
answered arrived asked beautiful began behold Benson birds blessed brother Catskin chaffinches child Cinderella Count Paris Cozro creature cried Cymbeline daughter dear death delighted Dustman earth eyes father fear flew flowers Frederick Ganimed garden gave give gold golden green Haitim hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Hermia Husn Banu journey King knew lady leave live Livy looked lord lord Capulet Lysander Macbeth maiden mamma master mind morning mother Moudouri mountain nest never night Nourjahad Orlando Ormuz palace passed peri pleasure poor pray pretty prince princess Prospero queen Redbreasts replied returned Robin round Shylock sing sister sleep song soon stood sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Tittone told took tree Tybalt voice wife wings wish wonderful wood words Yemen young youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 62 - 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.
Σελίδα 112 - Star. TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are ! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Σελίδα 208 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Σελίδα 75 - He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he...
Σελίδα 116 - Why, this bond is forfeit ; And lawfully by this the Jew may claim A pound of flesh, to be by him cut off Nearest the merchant's heart : Be merciful ; Take thrice thy money ; bid me tear the bond.
Σελίδα 115 - I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Σελίδα 40 - So, we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Σελίδα 287 - But everybody said," quoth he, "that 'twas a famous victory. My father lived at Blenheim then, yon little stream hard by; they burnt his dwelling to the ground, and he was forced to fly: so with his wife and child he fled, nor had he where to rest his head.
Σελίδα 57 - our Mayor's a noddy And as for our Corporation — shocking To think we buy gowns lined with ermine For dolts that can't or won't determine What's best to rid us of our vermin! You hope, because you're old and obese, To find in the furry civic robe ease? Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking To find the remedy we're lacking, Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!
Σελίδα 208 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.