The golden gift, a book for the youngWilliam P. ***, 1868 |
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... lie- Travellers to Eternity . And little tombs say , little flowers Transplanted are to safer bowers : Thus thou art there , sweet one of ours ! IT THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH . [ HENRY W. LONGFELLOW 38 THE GOLDEN GIFT . 33.
... lie- Travellers to Eternity . And little tombs say , little flowers Transplanted are to safer bowers : Thus thou art there , sweet one of ours ! IT THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH . [ HENRY W. LONGFELLOW 38 THE GOLDEN GIFT . 33.
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... . ' Poor Wolf ! ' he would say , thy mistress leads thee a dog's life of it ; but never mind , my lad , whilst I live thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee ! ' Wolf would wag his tail , 66 THE GOLDEN GIFT .
... . ' Poor Wolf ! ' he would say , thy mistress leads thee a dog's life of it ; but never mind , my lad , whilst I live thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee ! ' Wolf would wag his tail , 66 THE GOLDEN GIFT .
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... thou ever stood to see The Holly - Tree ? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves , Ordered by an Intelligence so wise As might confound the Atheist's sophistries . Below , a circling fence , its leaves are seen ...
... thou ever stood to see The Holly - Tree ? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves , Ordered by an Intelligence so wise As might confound the Atheist's sophistries . Below , a circling fence , its leaves are seen ...
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... thou art weak , And for grace and mercy seek ; Ask for faith , to bear thee on , Through the might of Christ , His Son ; Pray for mercy in His name Who from Heaven to save thee came ; Ask His Spirit still to guide thee Through the ills ...
... thou art weak , And for grace and mercy seek ; Ask for faith , to bear thee on , Through the might of Christ , His Son ; Pray for mercy in His name Who from Heaven to save thee came ; Ask His Spirit still to guide thee Through the ills ...
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... Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my power , Thou bonny gem . Alas ! it's no thy neibor sweet , The bonny lark , companion meet , Bending thee ' mang the dewy ...
... Thou's met me in an evil hour ; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem : To spare thee now is past my power , Thou bonny gem . Alas ! it's no thy neibor sweet , The bonny lark , companion meet , Bending thee ' mang the dewy ...
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babe BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beautiful birds breast Bremen BROKEN FLOWER child Christiana Clever Alice Corporal creature cried Dame Van Winkle dark daughter dead dear donkey door eyes father forbear to weep girl Grasmere great-grandmother Field Griffin hand Harrison Weir head heard heart heaven heiress hole Holly-Tree John Gilpin Killingworth laughed Little white Lily live looked Magpie morning mother mountain neighbourhood never night o'er Paterson pipe poor pray prayer quoth rain Regina Reynard Reynard the Fox Rip Van Winkle Rip's rock round Sancho Sarah Green sentry-box sing sleep smiled snow stood stormy winds story sweet baby tail thee thing thou thought told took town tree turned Twas Uncle Toby Uncle Toby's village voice waiting wife wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH window winds do blow wonder woods
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Страница 86 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow ; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Страница 148 - My head is twice as big as yours, They therefore needs must fit. But let me scrape the dirt away That hangs upon your face ; And stop and eat, for well you may Be in a hungry case. Said John, It is my wedding-day, And all the world would stare, If wife should dine at Edmonton, And I should dine at Ware. So turning to his horse, he said, I am in haste to dine ; 'Twas for your pleasure you came here, You shall go back for mine.
Страница 56 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Страница 67 - Wolf would wag his tail, look wistfully in his master's face, and if dogs can feel pity I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart.
Страница 143 - Good lack ! quoth he, yet bring it me, My leathern belt likewise, In which I bear my trusty sword When I do exercise.
Страница 23 - Some ship in distress, that cannot live In such an angry sea!" "O father! I see a gleaming light, O say, what may it be?" But the father answered never a word, A frozen corpse was he. 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 waves, On the Lake of Galilee.
Страница 71 - ... his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him and shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen. He determined to revisit the scene of the last evening's gambol, and if he met with any of the party, to demand his dog and gun. As he rose to walk, he found himself stiff in the joints, and wanting in his usual activity. " These mountain beds do not agree with me...
Страница 66 - Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound.
Страница 69 - He was a short square-built old fellow, with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard. His dress was of the antique Dutch fashion — a cloth jerkin...
Страница 76 - Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against the tree." Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself, as he went up the mountain ; apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man.