Book of Tales, Being School Readings, Imaginative and Emotional in Prose and Poetry: Supplementary to Third ReaderWilliam Swinton, George Rhett Cathcart American book Company, 1908 - 272 páginas |
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... Midas ; and he had a little daughter , whom nobody but myself ever heard of , and whose name I either never knew , or have entirely forgotten . So , because I love odd names for little girls , I choose to call her Marygold . 2. This ...
... Midas ; and he had a little daughter , whom nobody but myself ever heard of , and whose name I either never knew , or have entirely forgotten . So , because I love odd names for little girls , I choose to call her Marygold . 2. This ...
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... Midas had got to be so exceedingly unreasonable , that he could scarcely bear to see or touch any object that was not gold . He made it his custom , therefore , to pass a large portion of every day in a dark and dreary apartment , under ...
... Midas had got to be so exceedingly unreasonable , that he could scarcely bear to see or touch any object that was not gold . He made it his custom , therefore , to pass a large portion of every day in a dark and dreary apartment , under ...
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... Midas called himself a happy man , but felt that he was not yet quite so happy as he might be . The very tiptop of enjoyment would never be reached , unless the whole world were to become his treasure- room , and be filled with yellow ...
... Midas called himself a happy man , but felt that he was not yet quite so happy as he might be . The very tiptop of enjoyment would never be reached , unless the whole world were to become his treasure- room , and be filled with yellow ...
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... Midas knew that he had carefully turned the key in the lock , and that no mortal strength could pos- sibly break into his treasure - room , he , of course , con- cluded that his visitor must be something more than mortal . It is no ...
... Midas knew that he had carefully turned the key in the lock , and that no mortal strength could pos- sibly break into his treasure - room , he , of course , con- cluded that his visitor must be something more than mortal . It is no ...
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... Midas shook his head . " And pray , what would satisfy you ? " asked the stranger . " Merely for the curiosity of the thing , I should be glad to know . " 15. Midas paused and meditated . He felt a pre- sentiment that this stran- ger ...
... Midas shook his head . " And pray , what would satisfy you ? " asked the stranger . " Merely for the curiosity of the thing , I should be glad to know . " 15. Midas paused and meditated . He felt a pre- sentiment that this stran- ger ...
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Book of Tales, Being School Readings, Imaginative and Emotional in Prose and ... William Swinton,George Rhett Cathcart Visualização integral - 1880 |
Book of Tales: Being School Readings, Imaginative and Emotional, in Prose ... William Swinton,George Rhett Cathcart Visualização integral - 1880 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Agra Agra's Aladdin Ariel asked asleep bean-stalk beautiful began bleat blind Caliban captain's gig carronades child Cinderella Coranda cried Dædalus daughter deaf dear deck Dodd donkey door face fairy father fell foresail gave Gelert genie giant Gilpin glass slipper gold Golden Touch hand head heard heart Jack killed King Midas knew lady laid lamp Lilliput Land little glass slipper Little goat little Marygold Little One Eye little table Little Three Eyes Little Two Eyes locust looked loud Minos Miranda morning mother never night Oysters palace pirate poor princess Prospero raft Rakshas replied sail schooner ship shore sisters smile soon stood stranger sultan Sycorax tell thee Theseus thing thou thought told took tree walk Walrus wife wind wish woman yellow young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 171 - I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 12 - They stole little Bridget For seven years long ; "When she 'came down again Her friends were all gone. They took her lightly back Between the night and morrow, They thought that she was fast asleep, But she was dead with sorrow.
Página 130 - To see your flag-bird flap his vans Where I, to heart's desire, Perched him ! " The Chief's eye flashed ; his plans Soared up again like fire. The Chief's eye flashed ; but presently Softened itself, as sheathes A film the mother eagle's eye When her bruised eaglet breathes : " You're wounded ! " •
Página 55 - Not there, not there, my child!" " Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ?— Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds, on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things...
Página 68 - You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none — And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
Página 56 - Is it far away in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold ? Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? Not there ; not there, my child.
Página 85 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!
Página 103 - Were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, Most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke As they had basted been. But still he...
Página 66 - The time has come,' the Walrus said, 'To talk of many things: Of shoes - and ships — and sealing-wax Of cabbages - and kings And why the sea is boiling hot And whether pigs have wings.
Página 129 - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. Just as perhaps he mused, ' My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army-leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall...