Pleasant pages (by S.P. Newcombe). [With suppl., entitled] Fireside facts from the Great exhibition, Том 1 |
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... from the rivers , but from the springs under the London clay . ' " But do the people want more water ? ' I asked . " Yes , ' said my friend , ' in- great gas - lights . But though it went out 1st Week . THURSDAY . English Geography .
... from the rivers , but from the springs under the London clay . ' " But do the people want more water ? ' I asked . " Yes , ' said my friend , ' in- great gas - lights . But though it went out 1st Week . THURSDAY . English Geography .
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... asked . " In different ways . It was till lately brought prin- cipally in ships called colliers . But now it is brought by railway . This year the Great Northern Coal Company has been selling coals to the London people at one - third ...
... asked . " In different ways . It was till lately brought prin- cipally in ships called colliers . But now it is brought by railway . This year the Great Northern Coal Company has been selling coals to the London people at one - third ...
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... asking questions about something . He always had something to do . When he was about fourteen years old , he went to see his aunt at Glasgow . His aunt , however , did not know what to do with so active a boy . It seemed as if he could ...
... asking questions about something . He always had something to do . When he was about fourteen years old , he went to see his aunt at Glasgow . His aunt , however , did not know what to do with so active a boy . It seemed as if he could ...
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... asked . " Ah ! where do you think ? ' said my friend - ' it goes into the dark ! Down it goes , gurgling " Those who think much about ' sanitary reform , ' say that the noble river Thames should not be dirtied in this way , and that ...
... asked . " Ah ! where do you think ? ' said my friend - ' it goes into the dark ! Down it goes , gurgling " Those who think much about ' sanitary reform , ' say that the noble river Thames should not be dirtied in this way , and that ...
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... asked . " " The MEANS OF CONVEY- ANCE . In so large a city , it is not always convenient to walk ; thus , the inhabitants have from the earliest times been carried in various ways . At first the principal conveyances were boats ; there ...
... asked . " " The MEANS OF CONVEY- ANCE . In so large a city , it is not always convenient to walk ; thus , the inhabitants have from the earliest times been carried in various ways . At first the principal conveyances were boats ; there ...
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Стр. 307 - I had never before seen any of them. I bought it, read it over and over, and was much delighted with it. I thought the writing excellent, and wished, if possible, to imitate it.
Стр. 108 - He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. " My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
Стр. 176 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Стр. 176 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast !" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior ! " Beware the pine-tree's withered branch ! Beware the awful avalanche ! " This was the peasant's last Good-night.
Стр. 108 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves.
Стр. 68 - PAUSE not to dream of the future before us; Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er us; Hark, how Creation's deep, musical chorus, Unintermitting, goes up into heaven ! Never the ocean wave falters in flowing ; Never the little seed stops in its growing; More and more richly the rose-heart keeps glowing, Till from its nourishing stem it is riven. " Labor is worship ! " — the robin is singing ; "Labor is worship!
Стр. 307 - ... measure, or of different sound for the rhyme, would have laid me under a constant necessity of searching for variety, and also have tended to fix that variety in my mind, and make me master of it. Therefore I took some of the tales and turned them into verse ; and, after a time, when I had pretty well forgotten the prose, turned them back again.
Стр. 105 - He goes on Sunday to the church, And sits among his boys; He hears the parson pray and preach, He hears his daughter's voice, Singing in the village choir, And it makes his heart rejoice. 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.
Стр. 176 - At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
Стр. 105 - Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell, When the evening sun is low. 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.