St. Nicholas, Conducted by M.M. Dodge, Том 91882 |
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... live in comfort or safety . Although , as we have just seen , it is perfectly possible to make balloons go up into the air to a great height , no means have yet been discovered by which they can be made to move in any required direction ...
... live in comfort or safety . Although , as we have just seen , it is perfectly possible to make balloons go up into the air to a great height , no means have yet been discovered by which they can be made to move in any required direction ...
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... live long in joy and prosperity . " It is true that Mr. Podge's words were almost drowned in the general merriment ; but nobody minded that ; on the contrary , they all rushed upon him without waiting for introductions , and dragged him ...
... live long in joy and prosperity . " It is true that Mr. Podge's words were almost drowned in the general merriment ; but nobody minded that ; on the contrary , they all rushed upon him without waiting for introductions , and dragged him ...
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... live and not die . This hope was not to be realized , although it did seem at times that the long suspense was over and that the beloved chief magistrate was on a fair road to health . At last , and suddenly , the news was flashed all ...
... live and not die . This hope was not to be realized , although it did seem at times that the long suspense was over and that the beloved chief magistrate was on a fair road to health . At last , and suddenly , the news was flashed all ...
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... live , and so people were partly prepared for the worst . The brave and gentle spirit of Garfield passed away at half - past ten in the evening , and before the clocks struck twelve at midnight , the bells were tolling in every city in ...
... live , and so people were partly prepared for the worst . The brave and gentle spirit of Garfield passed away at half - past ten in the evening , and before the clocks struck twelve at midnight , the bells were tolling in every city in ...
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... lives Something immortal still survives . " Nor need we lament for him who has gone up higher . Even those who were so near and dear to this warm - hearted and loving man in his life- time do not mourn with a sorrow that can not be ...
... lives Something immortal still survives . " Nor need we lament for him who has gone up higher . Even those who were so near and dear to this warm - hearted and loving man in his life- time do not mourn with a sorrow that can not be ...
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Стр. 410 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This city now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare Ships, towers, domes, theatres. and temples lie Open unto the fields and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Стр. 639 - I STOOD on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o'er the city, Behind the dark church-tower. I saw her bright reflection In the waters under me, Like a golden goblet falling And sinking into the sea. And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in June, The blaze of the flaming furnace Gleamed redder than the moon.
Стр. 410 - Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day . The solitary child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door!
Стр. 422 - Let the soldier be abroad if he will; he can do nothing in this age. There is another personage abroad — a personage less imposing — in the eyes of some perhaps insignificant. The schoolmaster is abroad, and I trust to him, armed with his primer, against the soldier in full military array.
Стр. 641 - Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings, And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses, And the gladness of your looks 1 Ye are better than all the ballads That ever were sung or said ; For ye are living poems, And all the rest are dead.
Стр. 468 - The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. 34o He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar, — ' Now tread we a measure !
Стр. 410 - But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. 'To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.
Стр. 140 - Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack; his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep, For their mother; may Heaven defend her!
Стр. 635 - And children coming home from school, Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Стр. 636 - Mudway-aushka!" 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!