The American Girls Book: Or, Occupation for Play HoursJames Miller, 1865 - 383 oldal |
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amusement arms basket blindfolded blue bottom bran calico cards centre CHARADES clothes colour cord corner cover crape Cupid comes dear doll's Dutch alphabet early Monday edge Ellen EMILY enigma Fanny fasten fat hen four frock galloon gingham green grey owl guess half hand handsome Harriet head hexagons Jane Julia king lady leaves legs letter linen doll little girls look Louisa love my love Lucy Maitland MARIA Mary middle muslin narrow ribbon neatly needle NEEDLE-BOOK never nosegay pack pair paper pawn pieces of pasteboard pincushion pins play quarter queen queen of spades replied RETICULE riddle round scollops shape shuttlecock side silk slip SOPHIA spades stick stitches strings stuffed Susan syllable thick thing thread trick turn Twill vowel WASHING SONG whole word yard
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179. oldal - , WE are little airy creatures, All of different voice and features ; One of us in glass is set, One of us you'll find in jet. T'other you may see in tin, And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you should pursue, It can never fly from you.
104. oldal - The road he took, then hasted to my friends; Whom with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing. The pursuit I led, Till we o'ertook the spoil-encumber'd foe. We fought and conquer'd. E're a sword was drawn, An arrow from my bow had pierc'd their chief, Who wore that day the arms which now I wear.
302. oldal - Because it is a slender thing of wood, That up and down its awkward arm doth sway, And coolly spout and spout and spout away, In one weak, washy, everlasting flood ! EPIGRAM.
347. oldal - Twas muttered in Hell, And echo caught faintly The sound as it fell. On the confines of earth 'Twas permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean Its presence confessed.
104. oldal - My name is Norval : on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home.
347. oldal - Twill be found in the sphere when 'tis riven asunder, Be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder. Twas allotted to man with his earliest breath, Attends at his birth and awaits him in death : Presides o'er his happiness, honour, and health, . Is the prop of his house and the end of his wealth.
155. oldal - Bright as his manly sire the son shall be In form and soul; but, ah ! more blest than he! Thy fame, thy worth, thy filial love at last, Shall soothe his aching heart for all the past—.
104. oldal - Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled For safety and for succour. I alone, With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows...
117. oldal - I got kitty cooped up in the commode, at an expense of over four hundred dollars in broken furniture and shins. Then these muffled words came from the closet : "It says the safest thing is to stand on a chair in the middle of the room, Mortimer; and the legs of the chair must be insulated with non-conductors. That is, you must set the legs of the chair in glass tumblers. [Fzt ! — boom — bang! — smash! ] Oh, hear that! Do hurry, Mortimer, before you are struck.
124. oldal - Twixt the twain inter-twisting a twine more between, He, twirling his twister, makes a twist of the twine.