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5 psl.
... sure to be spoiled . When a few good neighbours were met to drink some comfortable ale together , Puck would jump into the bowl of ale in the likeness of a roasted crab , and when some old goody was going to drink , he would bob against ...
... sure to be spoiled . When a few good neighbours were met to drink some comfortable ale together , Puck would jump into the bowl of ale in the likeness of a roasted crab , and when some old goody was going to drink , he would bob against ...
10 psl.
... sure , my dear brother , " said she , " not to forget to ask the quitting the nest he entered it , and gathered his young ones under cook and John for the crumbs , and do not let the least morsel of his wings . Come , my dears , " said ...
... sure , my dear brother , " said she , " not to forget to ask the quitting the nest he entered it , and gathered his young ones under cook and John for the crumbs , and do not let the least morsel of his wings . Come , my dears , " said ...
11 psl.
... sure the season's sweet . The throstle sings not till the night , The lark not till the dawn ; The linnet when the pear - trees bud , And woman sings for man : - They sing but to be heard or seen , In bower or budding bough ; So sings ...
... sure the season's sweet . The throstle sings not till the night , The lark not till the dawn ; The linnet when the pear - trees bud , And woman sings for man : - They sing but to be heard or seen , In bower or budding bough ; So sings ...
12 psl.
... sure he would think himselt highly honoured at your condescension . " I am sure he would , " said Cinderella , laughing . Next evening the two sisters went to the ball , and so did Cin- derella . Her beautiful horses were so swift ...
... sure he would think himselt highly honoured at your condescension . " I am sure he would , " said Cinderella , laughing . Next evening the two sisters went to the ball , and so did Cin- derella . Her beautiful horses were so swift ...
14 psl.
... sure to help us . Do you but begin , I will follow you in your prayer . " " Good child , " cried the mother , " you are right , " and some rays of hope began already to soothe her grief and to draw milder tears from her eyes . She then ...
... sure to help us . Do you but begin , I will follow you in your prayer . " " Good child , " cried the mother , " you are right , " and some rays of hope began already to soothe her grief and to draw milder tears from her eyes . She then ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
answered arrived asked beautiful began behold Benson birds blessed brother Catskin chaffinches child Cinderella Count Paris Cozro creature cried Cymbeline daughter dear death delighted Dustman earth eyes father fear flew flowers Frederick Ganimed garden gave give gold golden green Haitim hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Hermia Husn Banu journey King knew lady leave live Livy looked lord lord Capulet Lysander Macbeth maiden mamma master mind morning mother Moudouri mountain nest never night Nourjahad Orlando Ormuz palace passed peri pleasure poor pray pretty prince princess Prospero queen Redbreasts replied returned Robin round Shylock sing sister sleep song soon stood sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Tittone told took tree Tybalt voice wife wings wish wonderful wood words Yemen young youth
Populiarios ištraukos
62 psl. - My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
112 psl. - Star. TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are ! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
208 psl. - 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. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
75 psl. - He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he...
116 psl. - Why, this bond is forfeit ; And lawfully by this the Jew may claim A pound of flesh, to be by him cut off Nearest the merchant's heart : Be merciful ; Take thrice thy money ; bid me tear the bond.
115 psl. - I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
40 psl. - So, we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
287 psl. - But everybody said," quoth he, "that 'twas a famous victory. My father lived at Blenheim then, yon little stream hard by; they burnt his dwelling to the ground, and he was forced to fly: so with his wife and child he fled, nor had he where to rest his head.
57 psl. - our Mayor's a noddy And as for our Corporation — shocking To think we buy gowns lined with ermine For dolts that can't or won't determine What's best to rid us of our vermin! You hope, because you're old and obese, To find in the furry civic robe ease? Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking To find the remedy we're lacking, Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!
208 psl. - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.