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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... followed them , And yet another four ; And thick and fast they came at last , And more , and more , and more , All hopping through the frothy waves , And scrambling to the shore . 10. The Walrus and the Carpenter Walked on a mile. THE ...
... followed them , And yet another four ; And thick and fast they came at last , And more , and more , and more , All hopping through the frothy waves , And scrambling to the shore . 10. The Walrus and the Carpenter Walked on a mile. THE ...
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... followed them to the coach . After it had whirled them away , she sat down by the kitchen fire , and cried . 8. Immediately her godmother , who was a fairy , ap- peared beside her . " What are you crying for , my little maid ? " 66 Oh ...
... followed them to the coach . After it had whirled them away , she sat down by the kitchen fire , and cried . 8. Immediately her godmother , who was a fairy , ap- peared beside her . " What are you crying for , my little maid ? " 66 Oh ...
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... followed them shortly after . " Now , remember twelve o'- clock , " was her godmother's parting speech ; and she thought she cer- tainly should . But the prince's attentions to her were greater even than the first evening ; and , in the ...
... followed them shortly after . " Now , remember twelve o'- clock , " was her godmother's parting speech ; and she thought she cer- tainly should . But the prince's attentions to her were greater even than the first evening ; and , in the ...
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... followed , but could not catch her . Indeed he missed his lovely princess altogether , and only saw running out of the palace - doors a little dirty girl , whom he had never beheld before , and of whom he certainly would never have ...
... followed , but could not catch her . Indeed he missed his lovely princess altogether , and only saw running out of the palace - doors a little dirty girl , whom he had never beheld before , and of whom he certainly would never have ...
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... followed where he led . He had a pleasant little house ; The door was open wide , And at the door the dearest face , - A dearer one inside . He hugged his wife and child ; he sang , - 66 His spirits were so light , — The little anchor ...
... followed where he led . He had a pleasant little house ; The door was open wide , And at the door the dearest face , - A dearer one inside . He hugged his wife and child ; he sang , - 66 His spirits were so light , — The little anchor ...
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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's Aladdin Ariel asked asleep bean-stalk beautiful began bleat blind captain's gig carronades child Cinderella climbed Coranda cried daughter deaf dear deck Dodd donkey door face fairy father fell flew foresail gave Gelert genie giant Gilpin give gold Golden Touch hand head heard heart horse Jack John Gilpin 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 ship shore sisters smile soon stood stranger sultan Sycorax tell thee Theseus thing thou thought told took tree walk Walrus wife wind wish woman wonderful yellow
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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...