Pollard's Advanced ReaderWestern publishing house, 1898 - 430 страници |
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... telling her story mean- while , the lady looked over the poor little wares in the basket , bought soap and pins , shoe - strings and tape and cheered the old soul by paying well for them . As I watched her doing this I thought what a ...
... telling her story mean- while , the lady looked over the poor little wares in the basket , bought soap and pins , shoe - strings and tape and cheered the old soul by paying well for them . As I watched her doing this I thought what a ...
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... tell- ing the hen . " What an absurd idea , " said the hen . " You 5 have nothing else to do , therefore you have foolish fancies . If you could purr or lay eggs , they would pass away . " But it is so delightful to swim about on the ...
... tell- ing the hen . " What an absurd idea , " said the hen . " You 5 have nothing else to do , therefore you have foolish fancies . If you could purr or lay eggs , they would pass away . " But it is so delightful to swim about on the ...
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... tell many polite untruths in this queer world of ours , it is not right , and everybody knows it . " You cannot be too careful ; watch your tongue , and eyes , and hands , for it is easy to tell , and look , and act untruth , " said Mr ...
... tell many polite untruths in this queer world of ours , it is not right , and everybody knows it . " You cannot be too careful ; watch your tongue , and eyes , and hands , for it is easy to tell , and look , and act untruth , " said Mr ...
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... tell lies ! Ach ! what fibs they were , and my old grandmother cured me of it - how , do you think ? My parents had talked , and cried , and punished , but still did I for- get as you . Then said the dear old grandmother , ' I shall ...
... tell lies ! Ach ! what fibs they were , and my old grandmother cured me of it - how , do you think ? My parents had talked , and cried , and punished , but still did I for- get as you . Then said the dear old grandmother , ' I shall ...
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... tell the truth . Obey me , Nat , take this and give me six good strokes . " / Tommy was so staggered by this last speech that he nearly tumbled down the bank , but saved himself , and hung on to the window ledge , staring in with eyes ...
... tell the truth . Obey me , Nat , take this and give me six good strokes . " / Tommy was so staggered by this last speech that he nearly tumbled down the bank , but saved himself , and hung on to the window ledge , staring in with eyes ...
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Страница 281 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight*, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. From
Страница 216 - dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was
Страница 345 - wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me : but, were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Cresar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny. All. We'll mutiny.
Страница 143 - And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail; When blood is nipt, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tuwhit, towhoo, A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all
Страница 301 - peace," but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the "field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so
Страница 171 - Then let us pray that come it may, (As come it will for a' that), That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a' that, an' a' that, It's coming yet, for a' that, That man to man, the warld o'er, Shall brothers be for a
Страница 121 - Its irised ceiling rent, its sunless crypt unsealed ! Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, *> Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in hi.s
Страница 292 - But thou, beneath the random bield 0' clod or stane, Adorns the histie stibble-fleld, Unseen, alane. There, in thy scanty mantle clad, 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 simple Bard,
Страница 344 - statua, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. 0, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. 0, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity ; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but