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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... tell fibs , nursey , ' said a small , shrill voice ; and Master Sisty , coming out of the house as bold as brass , continued rapidly , " Don't scold Primmins , mamma : it was I who pushed out the flower - pot . ' 99 " Hush ! " said ...
... tell fibs , nursey , ' said a small , shrill voice ; and Master Sisty , coming out of the house as bold as brass , continued rapidly , " Don't scold Primmins , mamma : it was I who pushed out the flower - pot . ' 99 " Hush ! " said ...
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... tell you how puzzled I was to make out what my father meant by his aphorism . But I know that I played at dominoes no more that day . 5. THE BROKEN FLOWER - POT . bur'y - ing [ ber'ry - ing ] , hiding . com - men - da'ti - ons , praise ...
... tell you how puzzled I was to make out what my father meant by his aphorism . But I know that I played at dominoes no more that day . 5. THE BROKEN FLOWER - POT . bur'y - ing [ ber'ry - ing ] , hiding . com - men - da'ti - ons , praise ...
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... tell ! From his rope in an instant Poor Harlequin fell . 18. Then the Grasshopper came With a jerk and a spring : Very long was his leg , Though but short was his wing ; 19. He took but three leaps , And was soon 22 THE BOOK OF TALES .
... tell ! From his rope in an instant Poor Harlequin fell . 18. Then the Grasshopper came With a jerk and a spring : Very long was his leg , Though but short was his wing ; 19. He took but three leaps , And was soon 22 THE BOOK OF TALES .
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... tell his mother , not doubt- ing she would be as pleased as he was . She declared that he should not go , and said it would break her heart if he did . But , though she entreated and threatened , it was all in vain , and Jack set out ...
... tell his mother , not doubt- ing she would be as pleased as he was . She declared that he should not go , and said it would break her heart if he did . But , though she entreated and threatened , it was all in vain , and Jack set out ...
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... tell you any thing about your father , or he would kill both her and you . Then he turned her off with you in her arms , to wander about the wide world as she might . I could not help her , as my power only returned on the day you went ...
... tell you any thing about your father , or he would kill both her and you . Then he turned her off with you in her arms , to wander about the wide world as she might . I could not help her , as my power only returned on the day you went ...
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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...