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... wood , and it is covered all over with wires ; and I dare say they have made it to screen me from that terrible cat , which ran after me so often . There is an entrance just big enough for but puss cannot follow ; and they have been so ...
... wood , and it is covered all over with wires ; and I dare say they have made it to screen me from that terrible cat , which ran after me so often . There is an entrance just big enough for but puss cannot follow ; and they have been so ...
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... called for another , who came to us with a wooden bowl , which held , I should think , about a gallon of water , and setting it on the ground , made myself and Dick kneel down and put our heads into THE SHIPWRECK OF CAPTAIN RILEY . 335.
... called for another , who came to us with a wooden bowl , which held , I should think , about a gallon of water , and setting it on the ground , made myself and Dick kneel down and put our heads into THE SHIPWRECK OF CAPTAIN RILEY . 335.
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... woods almost impassable . One of the men was bitten under the eye by a snake , which darted upon him from the bough of a tree . He was unable to proceed from the violence of the pain ; and when , after a short while , some of his ...
... woods almost impassable . One of the men was bitten under the eye by a snake , which darted upon him from the bough of a tree . He was unable to proceed from the violence of the pain ; and when , after a short while , some of his ...
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... wood - weary and exhausted , they knew that here they must die . They gathered in a circle on the cold snow , shook each other by the hand , spoke a few words about their homes and friends whom they were never to see again , and then ...
... wood - weary and exhausted , they knew that here they must die . They gathered in a circle on the cold snow , shook each other by the hand , spoke a few words about their homes and friends whom they were never to see again , and then ...
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... wood . Carefully he gathered every little dry stick , and tied them up in a tight bundle , which he carried to his iceberg . Day and night , for years , he carried sticks and lay them down in piles on his iceberg . In these years , his ...
... wood . Carefully he gathered every little dry stick , and tied them up in a tight bundle , which he carried to his iceberg . Day and night , for years , he carried sticks and lay them down in piles on his iceberg . In these years , his ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 96 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 138 - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Página 78 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Página 136 - A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew, Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Página 120 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Página 6 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Página 88 - The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Página 233 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Página 136 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Página 315 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betrayed, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid Low i