Choice Literature, Livro 4American Book Company, 1912 |
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... felt that he was not yet quite so happy as he might be . The very tiptop unless the whole of enjoyment would never be reached , world were to become his treasure room , and be filled with yellow metal which should be all his own . Now ...
... felt that he was not yet quite so happy as he might be . The very tiptop unless the whole of enjoyment would never be reached , world were to become his treasure room , and be filled with yellow metal which should be all his own . Now ...
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... felt a presentiment that this stranger , with such a golden luster in his good- humored smile , had come hither with both the power and the purpose of gratifying his utmost wishes . Now , there- fore , was the fortunate moment , when he ...
... felt a presentiment that this stranger , with such a golden luster in his good- humored smile , had come hither with both the power and the purpose of gratifying his utmost wishes . Now , there- fore , was the fortunate moment , when he ...
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... felt very much afraid that he had only dreamed about the lustrous stranger , or else that the latter had been making game of him . And what a miserable affair would it be , if , after all his hopes , Midas must content him- self with ...
... felt very much afraid that he had only dreamed about the lustrous stranger , or else that the latter had been making game of him . And what a miserable affair would it be , if , after all his hopes , Midas must content him- self with ...
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... felt to be a considerable inconvenience , King Midas next snatched a hot potato , and attempted to cram it into his mouth , and swallow it in a hurry . But the Golden Touch was too nimble for him . He found his mouth full , not of mealy ...
... felt to be a considerable inconvenience , King Midas next snatched a hot potato , and attempted to cram it into his mouth , and swallow it in a hurry . But the Golden Touch was too nimble for him . He found his mouth full , not of mealy ...
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... felt that his little daughter's love was worth a thousand times more than he had gained by the Golden Touch . My precious , precious Marygold ! " cried he . But Marygold made no answer . Alas , what had he done ? How fatal was the gift ...
... felt that his little daughter's love was worth a thousand times more than he had gained by the Golden Touch . My precious , precious Marygold ! " cried he . But Marygold made no answer . Alas , what had he done ? How fatal was the gift ...
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answered asked Aunt Cathy baker's wife Barnstable Baucis beautiful better birds blew blow bright called Charley child Chipmunk cottage coxswain Cratchit crickets cried dark dear Deerslayer door Epimetheus exclaimed eyes face father Featherhead feet felt flames flowers gaze girl gold Golden Touch gone grew hand head hear heard heart heaven JAMES FENIMORE COOPER John Hull King Midas knew knot laughing Lenape light little Hiawatha little Marygold live loaf looked Middleton milk Miss morning mother NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE naughty never night Nokomis Nutcracker old Philemon Pandora peeped Philemon and Baucis pilot pitcher poor pretty Quicksilver replied rose seemed shillings shouted silver singing smile squirrel stood stranger supper Susy sweet tell thing thought Tiny Tim took trapper trees trouble turned village voice warrior whispered wife wind wings wonderful yellow young
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Página 162 - 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. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
Página 169 - The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little Prig; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you...
Página 177 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Página 189 - Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray : And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child.
Página 161 - THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH HENRY W. LONGFELLOW TTNDER a spreading chestnut tree ^ The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
Página 34 - said the water. Saw the fire-fly, Wah-wah-taysee, Flitting through the dusk of evening, With the twinkle of its candle Lighting up the brakes and bushes, And he sang the song of children, Sang the song Nokomis taught him : " Wah-wah-taysee, little fire-fly, Little, flitting, white-fire insect, Little, dancing, white-fire creature, Light me with your little candle, Ere upon my bed I lay me, Ere in sleep I close my eyelids ! " Saw the moon rise from the water Rippling, rounding from the water, Saw...
Página 230 - That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl: She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad ; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; •*—Her beauty made me glad. 22 " Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" " How many ? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
Página 190 - She wandered up and down, And many a hill did Lucy climb, But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide; But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At daybreak on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They wept — and, turning homeward, cried, "In heaven we all shall meet !" — When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet.
Página 35 - Saw the rainbow in the heaven, In the eastern sky, the rainbow, Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis ? " And the good Nokomis answered : " 'T is the heaven of flowers you see there ; All the wild-flowers of the forest, All the lilies of the prairie, When on earth they fade and perish, Blossom in that heaven above us.
Página 191 - Springlets in the dawn are steaming, Diamonds on the brake are gleaming ; And foresters have busy been To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay