Moxon's standard penny readings [ed. by T. Hood]., Τόμος 1 |
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Σελίδα xiii
... short commons on the cloth . " Having thus stated my opinion as to the advantages of the movement , and the inte- rest with which I have watched it from the beginning , I have only to add a few words explanatory of the origin and inten ...
... short commons on the cloth . " Having thus stated my opinion as to the advantages of the movement , and the inte- rest with which I have watched it from the beginning , I have only to add a few words explanatory of the origin and inten ...
Σελίδα 10
... short , without one instrument vehicular ( Not ev'n a truck , to be particular ) , There stood the rogue and roar'd , Unasked and unencored , Enough to split the organs call'd auricular ! Heard in that quiet place , Devoted to a still ...
... short , without one instrument vehicular ( Not ev'n a truck , to be particular ) , There stood the rogue and roar'd , Unasked and unencored , Enough to split the organs call'd auricular ! Heard in that quiet place , Devoted to a still ...
Σελίδα 47
... short reply of the soldier ; and with clenched hands and set teeth he took a stiffer posture in the coach . " Thady , come down - come down , ye fool of the world - come along down wid ye ! " The tone of the present appeal was more ...
... short reply of the soldier ; and with clenched hands and set teeth he took a stiffer posture in the coach . " Thady , come down - come down , ye fool of the world - come along down wid ye ! " The tone of the present appeal was more ...
Σελίδα 126
... short ; And James departed vext with him and her . ' How could I help her ? Would I — was it wrong ? ' ( Claspt hands and that petitionary grace Of sweet seventeen subdued me ere she spoke ) ' O would I take her father for one hour 126 ...
... short ; And James departed vext with him and her . ' How could I help her ? Would I — was it wrong ? ' ( Claspt hands and that petitionary grace Of sweet seventeen subdued me ere she spoke ) ' O would I take her father for one hour 126 ...
Σελίδα 127
... short sweet - smelling lanes Of his wheat - suburb , babbling as he went . He praised his land , his horses , his machines ; He praised his ploughs , his cows , his hogs , his dogs ; He praised his hens , his geese , his guinea- hens ...
... short sweet - smelling lanes Of his wheat - suburb , babbling as he went . He praised his land , his horses , his machines ; He praised his ploughs , his cows , his hogs , his dogs ; He praised his hens , his geese , his guinea- hens ...
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abbey Abbot of Aberbrothok afore Alice the nurse armëd bailiff blackberry boys Bo-bo bright brimming river brook burnt pig carriage church-yard Clerk coach coachman cottage dead dear death delight door eyes fair father fear fellow Foreman galloped Genevieve GHENT gone green Gunpowder Plot hand hath head hear heart heaven Ho-ti honour HOOD horse Humphrey Inchcape Bell Inchcape Rock jaundice join the brimming Joris Katie knew Miss Norman Lady Clare listened little Maid look Lord Ronald loud love or money Ma'am Massa master mother never night Number o'er Orry the Dane Penny Readings Phantasmagorias Pompey poor Mary postilion praised purtected replied right and tight rose round sing Sir Ralph Sir Vincent sorrow sound stand stept Sticker stirrup stood sweet Thady There's thing thou Twas viewed Master village village maid Vincent Ball voice William dear wind window wish'd young
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Σελίδα 2 - Not a word to each other; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Σελίδα 82 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Σελίδα 5 - Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Σελίδα 2 - Good speed!' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; 'Speed!' echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Σελίδα 52 - I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That cluster'd round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad: Her eyes were fair, and very fair; Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering look'd at me.
Σελίδα 23 - What could it proceed from? Not from the burnt cottage: he had smelt that smell before; indeed this was by no means the first accident of the kind which had occurred through the negligence of this unlucky young fire-brand. Much less did it resemble that of any known herb, weed, or flower. A premonitory moistening at the same time overflowed his nether lip.
Σελίδα 95 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Σελίδα 94 - Teach us, sprite or bird, what sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Σελίδα 22 - Bo-bo was in the utmost consternation,- as you may think, not so much for the sake of the tenement, which his father and he could easily build up again with a few dry branches, and the labor of an hour or two, at any time, as for the loss of the pigs.
Σελίδα 90 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, — we feel that it is there.