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Σελίδα 5
... told him the peril she was in , and that she must either give him up and marry Demetrius , or lose her life in four days . Lysander was in great affliction at hearing these evil tidings ; but recollecting that he had an aunt who lived ...
... told him the peril she was in , and that she must either give him up and marry Demetrius , or lose her life in four days . Lysander was in great affliction at hearing these evil tidings ; but recollecting that he had an aunt who lived ...
Σελίδα 7
... told to a little boy of the name of Edward , to whom he came every evening for a whole week through . There are seven stories altogether , for the week has seven days . MONDAY . " Listen to me , " said Old Robin , as soon as he had got ...
... told to a little boy of the name of Edward , to whom he came every evening for a whole week through . There are seven stories altogether , for the week has seven days . MONDAY . " Listen to me , " said Old Robin , as soon as he had got ...
Σελίδα 11
... told them ? " " Perfectly so , " replied he , " I shall have pleasure in teaching them all that is in my power ; but we must talk of that another time . Who is to feed poor Pecksy ? " " Oh , I , I , " answered the mother , and was gone ...
... told them ? " " Perfectly so , " replied he , " I shall have pleasure in teaching them all that is in my power ; but we must talk of that another time . Who is to feed poor Pecksy ? " " Oh , I , I , " answered the mother , and was gone ...
Σελίδα 13
... not you recollect what father told us , when he was dying on the bed there ? ' Do not weep so much , ' said he , God is the father of poor orphans " " Yes , dear child , " replied his mother CHILDREN'S JOURNAL . 13 THE GLOW-WORM.
... not you recollect what father told us , when he was dying on the bed there ? ' Do not weep so much , ' said he , God is the father of poor orphans " " Yes , dear child , " replied his mother CHILDREN'S JOURNAL . 13 THE GLOW-WORM.
Σελίδα 14
... told us to call upon thee in our troubles , and that thou wilt be our refuge and our help . We now pray to thee , do not let us be cast out from this cottage , do not allow a poor little orphan to be deprived of his inheritance , or if ...
... told us to call upon thee in our troubles , and that thou wilt be our refuge and our help . We now pray to thee , do not let us be cast out from this cottage , do not allow a poor little orphan to be deprived of his inheritance , or if ...
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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
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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.