One Hundred Choice Selections in Poetry and Prose, 14–17 leidimaiP. Garrett & Company, 1879 |
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... feeling - entwining articles of acknowledged worth and intrinsic merits , in rich festoons of gayety and mirth , thus combining Amusement with Instruction , -the work present- ing a complete LIBRARY OF LITERARY GEMS , hereto- fore ...
... feeling - entwining articles of acknowledged worth and intrinsic merits , in rich festoons of gayety and mirth , thus combining Amusement with Instruction , -the work present- ing a complete LIBRARY OF LITERARY GEMS , hereto- fore ...
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... feeling of exquisite happiness . I was happy ! It seemed as if every- thing was at rest within - I was full of peace . While I was wondering over this circumstance , a new sight attracted my gaze . All along the road , within a foot of ...
... feeling of exquisite happiness . I was happy ! It seemed as if every- thing was at rest within - I was full of peace . While I was wondering over this circumstance , a new sight attracted my gaze . All along the road , within a foot of ...
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... have brought you the ticket , Though my heart , sir , seems ready to break , To ask you to make some poor creature Feel glad for my dead darlin's sake . THE LOST CHURCH . - ROBERT TILNEY . FROM THE 40 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS.
... have brought you the ticket , Though my heart , sir , seems ready to break , To ask you to make some poor creature Feel glad for my dead darlin's sake . THE LOST CHURCH . - ROBERT TILNEY . FROM THE 40 ONE HUNDRED CHOICE SELECTIONS.
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... feeling , Go listen to the wondrous bell That , weird - like , through the wood is pealing . THE BLIND PREACHER . - WILLIAM WIRT . It was one Sunday , as I was traveling through the county of Orange , that my eye was caught by a cluster ...
... feeling , Go listen to the wondrous bell That , weird - like , through the wood is pealing . THE BLIND PREACHER . - WILLIAM WIRT . It was one Sunday , as I was traveling through the county of Orange , that my eye was caught by a cluster ...
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... feel my lip ; But I'm ready to do what else you ask , And spin you my yarn about the ship : ' Twas ten o'clock , as I said , last night , When she struck the breakers and went ashore ; And scarce had broken the morning's light Than she ...
... feel my lip ; But I'm ready to do what else you ask , And spin you my yarn about the ship : ' Twas ten o'clock , as I said , last night , When she struck the breakers and went ashore ; And scarce had broken the morning's light Than she ...
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
100 Choice Selections baby beautiful bell Belshazzar better bless breath Bregenz brow Brown Burdock child cold copy cried dark deacon dead dear death DIALOGUES Don Camillo door dream drink eyes face father feet flowers girl grave gray hair hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hullabaloo Irwin Russell Jamie Douglas King kiss knew lady laugh light lips Literary Nightmare live looked Lord Mark Twain morning mother never night o'er poor pray prayer Robin Gray rose seemed shout silent sleep Smike smile song soul Squeers stood street sweet tears tell thee There's things Thomas Dunn English thou thought told turned Twas Tyrol voice W. S. Gilbert wait watch wave wife wild wind woman word young
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104 psl. - The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talked the night away; Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and shewed how fields were won.
150 psl. - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
78 psl. - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend t For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
149 psl. - And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,— When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
61 psl. - Then sweet the hour that brings release From danger and from toil ; We talk the battle over, And share the battle's spoil. The woodland rings with laugh and shout, As if a hunt were up, And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves.
101 psl. - I see a bridge, said I, standing in the midst of the tide. The bridge thou seest, said he, is human life, consider it attentively. Upon a more leisurely survey of it, I found that it consisted of threescore and ten entire arches, with several broken arches, which added to those that were entire, made up the number about a hundred.
149 psl. - Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Dunder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch ! to the top of the wall ! Now dash away! dash away!...
36 psl. - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. Just as perhaps he mused "My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army-leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall...
136 psl. - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
104 psl. - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.