The British JuvenileJ. Caudwell, 1879 |
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4. oldal
... story , and count his money . That was the happiest time Harry had ever known in his life . His mother kissed him with tears of joy in her eyes , and his father blessed him and called him his own brave boy , whilst the little ones ...
... story , and count his money . That was the happiest time Harry had ever known in his life . His mother kissed him with tears of joy in her eyes , and his father blessed him and called him his own brave boy , whilst the little ones ...
5. oldal
... story books . You know very well that He was not afraid of anything , and never had a loss of money could sweep all those things out of day's illness . Topsy was a poor creature with a sorrowful face , and a still more sorrowful voice ...
... story books . You know very well that He was not afraid of anything , and never had a loss of money could sweep all those things out of day's illness . Topsy was a poor creature with a sorrowful face , and a still more sorrowful voice ...
14. oldal
... story to make up . ' " I made up no story . I simply told a matter of fact . You say they were drunk , that is , in- toxicated . Now what do you mean by intoxi- cated ? " 66 ' Well , drunk , I should say . " " We mean by it nothing more ...
... story to make up . ' " I made up no story . I simply told a matter of fact . You say they were drunk , that is , in- toxicated . Now what do you mean by intoxi- cated ? " 66 ' Well , drunk , I should say . " " We mean by it nothing more ...
21. oldal
... story ; but life is not all happiness and bright- For each player comes bustling to win all or none ; QUR SISTER WINNIE . E were a family of five. it happened that either he or I had friends to keep him quiet . One foggy afternoon , I ...
... story ; but life is not all happiness and bright- For each player comes bustling to win all or none ; QUR SISTER WINNIE . E were a family of five. it happened that either he or I had friends to keep him quiet . One foggy afternoon , I ...
29. oldal
... STORY OF HAIRBREADTH ESCAPES . E are standing high up on the side of a mountain in Switzerland ; not a cloud flecks the sky above us , and all the heavens are of a lively cerulean blue , the like of which we rarely , if ever see in ...
... STORY OF HAIRBREADTH ESCAPES . E are standing high up on the side of a mountain in Switzerland ; not a cloud flecks the sky above us , and all the heavens are of a lively cerulean blue , the like of which we rarely , if ever see in ...
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102. oldal - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
101. oldal - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! it answers — Yes.
179. oldal - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure, For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell, Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well ! The old oaken bucket,...
179. oldal - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew! The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell, The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.
101. oldal - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
54. oldal - Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream Upon the silver lake or crystal stream; But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth...
102. oldal - I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile.) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here?
102. oldal - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine ; And, while the wings of fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
67. oldal - And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
69. oldal - And thus, dear children, have ye made for me This day a jubilee, And to my more than three-score years and ten Brought back my youth again. The heart hath its own memory, like the mind, And in it are enshrined The precious keepsakes, into which is wrought The giver's loving thought.