Margaret: A Story of Life in a Prairie HomeC. Scribner, 1868 - 360 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 100 találatból.
5. oldal
... tell us the story you promised to , about that lamp that did such queer things ? " " If your aunt ever gets through gazing out of the win- dow , I should be glad to hear the paper read . " 66 ' Oh , dear , that's always the way ; Jack ...
... tell us the story you promised to , about that lamp that did such queer things ? " " If your aunt ever gets through gazing out of the win- dow , I should be glad to hear the paper read . " 66 ' Oh , dear , that's always the way ; Jack ...
9. oldal
... tell another of those silly stories ? If you are , I shall have to go up - stairs , and read in the cold . " 66 ' Mother , " said George , " I just think you are too bad . You've been reading that old novel all day , and now you make a ...
... tell another of those silly stories ? If you are , I shall have to go up - stairs , and read in the cold . " 66 ' Mother , " said George , " I just think you are too bad . You've been reading that old novel all day , and now you make a ...
19. oldal
... tell their mother about the drive . " Can you make a fire , Miss Linkum ? " asked Margaret , as she laid her hat and shawl on the kitchen - table , and went to the wood - box by the stove . With a queer little chuckle and an " I reck'n ...
... tell their mother about the drive . " Can you make a fire , Miss Linkum ? " asked Margaret , as she laid her hat and shawl on the kitchen - table , and went to the wood - box by the stove . With a queer little chuckle and an " I reck'n ...
22. oldal
... tell me if you took any b this . Tell me the truth . " ' I declar ' I didn't , Miss Marg'et . Dis one jes ' falled of of de closet shef right onto my head , an ' I picked um up ar was jes ' agoin ' to gib um to you , an ' dat's de trufe ...
... tell me if you took any b this . Tell me the truth . " ' I declar ' I didn't , Miss Marg'et . Dis one jes ' falled of of de closet shef right onto my head , an ' I picked um up ar was jes ' agoin ' to gib um to you , an ' dat's de trufe ...
29. oldal
... tell me , quick ! " said Margaret , her face perfectly colorless . " Down in de field , by de corn - crib ; " and Margaret waited to hear no more , but sped across the yard and across the fields , Chloe after her . Before reaching the ...
... tell me , quick ! " said Margaret , her face perfectly colorless . " Down in de field , by de corn - crib ; " and Margaret waited to hear no more , but sped across the yard and across the fields , Chloe after her . Before reaching the ...
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afraid ain't answered Margaret asked Margaret Aunt Clara Aunt Margaret Aunty better Biddy boys bright busy child Chloe Claudia comfort crimson room Davis dear dinner Doane Doane's doctor door dress exclaimed eyes face Fanny Fanny's farm father feel felt garet gave George and Jack give glad hand happy head hear heard heart hope Janet JEAN INGELOW Jonesville Jotham Kinney kitchen knew Larisse laughing leave little Margie live look Louis Lucinda Mademoiselle mind Miss Crosby Miss Marg'et Miss Patty Moresville morning mother muslin Nance never night Patty's Philip poor replied Margaret Robert Robert Russell Rockdale Russell Russell's Sarelli Scylla seemed sister Skinner smile Somers soon stood suppose sure sweet talk tell thing Thorne thought to-day told took Truffles Ventnor voice wait walk wish wonder
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208. oldal - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
83. oldal - Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true.
70. oldal - The healing of his seamless dress Is by our beds of pain; We touch him in life's throng and press, And we are whole again.
226. oldal - Nor long summer bide so late ; And I could grow on like the foxglove and aster, For some things are ill to wait. I wait for the day when dear hearts shall discover, While dear hands are laid on my head ; ' The child is a woman, the book may close over, For all the lessons are said.
5. oldal - Blessing she is : God made her so, And deeds of weekday holiness Fall from her noiseless as the snow, Nor hath she ever chanced to know That aught were easier than to bless.
49. oldal - Knowing this, that never yet Share of Truth was vainly set In the world's wide fallow; After hands shall sow the seed, After hands from hill and mead Reap, the harvests yellow.
226. oldal - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
298. oldal - My name to me a sadness wears, No murmurs cross my mind. Now God be thanked for these thick tears, Which show, of those departed years, Sweet memories left behind.
12. oldal - Each in his hidden sphere of joy or woe Our hermit spirits dwell, and range apart, Our eyes see all around in gloom or glow Hues of their own, fresh borrowed from the heart.
97. oldal - For while he wrought with strenuous will The work his hands had found to do, He heard the fitful music still Of winds that out of dream-land blew.