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The Bodleys on Wheels, by the Author of 'the Bodleys Telling Stories'
Horace Elisha Scudder
Pré-visualização indisponível - 2013
Agnes asked Nathan Aunt Lucy began Bodley family Boston Bottom brooms Bruce called Captain carry-all chickens child church Cocky Locky Cousin cried door drive drove eggs Essex Essex County Faneuil Hall father Frankland gave guess Hansli head hear heard Henny Penny Henry Frankland horse Indian knew Lady Frankland land laughed little girl lived looked Lord Marblehead Martin Miss Sewall mother never Newburyport night Nurse Young once Paul Revere PAUL REVERE'S RIDE pinnace pretty Province House Pulling Quincy Market Ranzo remember Revere ride road rock round Rowley sailed Salem seen ship shoes shore side sing Sir Harry Smith's Tavern snow stone stood story Street Swiftsure Tall tell things thought told took town vessel walk watched waves wife wonder young girl
Página 82 - 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.
Página 21 - You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British regulars fired and fled, How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Página 18 - By the trembling ladder, steep and tall, To the highest window in the wall, Where he paused to listen and look down A moment on the roofs of the town, And the moonlight flowing over all. Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, In their...
Página 82 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door...
Página 156 - Colder and louder blew the wind, A gale from the northeast, The snow fell hissing in the brine, And the billows frothed like yeast. Down came the storm, and smote amain The vessel in its strength ; She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed, Then leaped her cable's length. "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter, And do not tremble so; For I can weather the roughest gale That ever wind did blow.
Página 20 - It was twelve by the village clock When he crossed the bridge into Medford town. He heard the crowing of the cock And the barking of the farmer's dog, And felt the damp of the river fog, That rises after the sun goes down.
Página 82 - Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! ENDYMION.
Página 157 - Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark, With his face turned to the skies, The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow On his fixed and glassy eyes. Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed That saved she might be ; And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave On the Lake of Galilee. And fast through the midnight dark and drear, Through the whistling sleet and snow, Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept Towards the reef of Norman's Woe.