St. Nicholas, Conducted by M.M. Dodge, Том 91882 |
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... Young Again - The Cat - Clock - Siempre Viva - A Long Fast - Wholesome Medicine - A Gilded Library - Feeding an Odd Pet ( illustrated ) , 498 . FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK ( Illustrated ) . Bob and Bess ; As I Went Down to London Town , 72 ...
... Young Again - The Cat - Clock - Siempre Viva - A Long Fast - Wholesome Medicine - A Gilded Library - Feeding an Odd Pet ( illustrated ) , 498 . FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK ( Illustrated ) . Bob and Bess ; As I Went Down to London Town , 72 ...
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... young birds , until the poor featherless babies screamed harder than ever for their mothers to come home and protect them from these naughty elves . They took the bees ' honey from the holes in the hollow trees where it had been so ...
... young birds , until the poor featherless babies screamed harder than ever for their mothers to come home and protect them from these naughty elves . They took the bees ' honey from the holes in the hollow trees where it had been so ...
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... young house- keeper , as the pewter spoons stopped clattering , and the earthen bowls stood empty . " Ma said , have what we liked , but she did n't expect us to have a real Thanksgiving dinner , because she wont be here to cook it ...
... young house- keeper , as the pewter spoons stopped clattering , and the earthen bowls stood empty . " Ma said , have what we liked , but she did n't expect us to have a real Thanksgiving dinner , because she wont be here to cook it ...
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... young Apples and cider , chat and singing , finished the evening , and after a grand kissing all round , the guests drove away in the clear moonlight which came out to cheer their long drive . When the jingle of the last bell had died ...
... young Apples and cider , chat and singing , finished the evening , and after a grand kissing all round , the guests drove away in the clear moonlight which came out to cheer their long drive . When the jingle of the last bell had died ...
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... young rogue should be so nearly correct in his criticisms ! " one of the pupils would perhaps remark , after over- hearing some quiet suggestion of the mulatto lad . ' Aye . One might think the slave a connois- seur , " would laugh ...
... young rogue should be so nearly correct in his criticisms ! " one of the pupils would perhaps remark , after over- hearing some quiet suggestion of the mulatto lad . ' Aye . One might think the slave a connois- seur , " would laugh ...
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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!