St. Nicholas, 8. kötetMary Mapes Dodge Scribner & Company, 1881 |
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498. oldal
... pretty eyes quite out ; as for Pippo , he goes with us ; and you may thank your stars we don't take you too , but you would be in the way , pretty one ! " So saying , the robbers started off with their booty , regardless of the prayers ...
... pretty eyes quite out ; as for Pippo , he goes with us ; and you may thank your stars we don't take you too , but you would be in the way , pretty one ! " So saying , the robbers started off with their booty , regardless of the prayers ...
499. oldal
... pretty curls lying in a yellow tangle on his un- comfortable pillow . Little Nina , left alone after the departure of the brigands who carried off her brother , threw herself in despair on the ground , sobbing bitterly , but the ...
... pretty curls lying in a yellow tangle on his un- comfortable pillow . Little Nina , left alone after the departure of the brigands who carried off her brother , threw herself in despair on the ground , sobbing bitterly , but the ...
500. oldal
... pretty accurately , painted the head of Bonifaccio . " Bravo ! Why , I never saw a boy so handy as you . Why , there are my eyes , my nose , my beard , everything complete ! Well , you ought to be an artist , Pippo , not a farmer ...
... pretty accurately , painted the head of Bonifaccio . " Bravo ! Why , I never saw a boy so handy as you . Why , there are my eyes , my nose , my beard , everything complete ! Well , you ought to be an artist , Pippo , not a farmer ...
504. oldal
... pretty nearly all over the bottom of Black Pond , —at least , that part of the bottom where the water was the deepest , — he came out and went back to the town . Curtis met no one as he hurried along the road from the woods , but as ...
... pretty nearly all over the bottom of Black Pond , —at least , that part of the bottom where the water was the deepest , — he came out and went back to the town . Curtis met no one as he hurried along the road from the woods , but as ...
509. oldal
... her mother . " Because , " said the little girl , " if they let her choose , I know she ' d go to Africa , and then I never shall see her again . " THE Royal Stag is born a pretty little black- eyed. 1881. ] 509 MY GREAT - GRANDMOTHER .
... her mother . " Because , " said the little girl , " if they let her choose , I know she ' d go to Africa , and then I never shall see her again . " THE Royal Stag is born a pretty little black- eyed. 1881. ] 509 MY GREAT - GRANDMOTHER .
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637. oldal - It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us; that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to...
636. 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...
729. oldal - Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave...
636. oldal - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
869. oldal - we are weary, And we cannot run or leap; If we cared for any meadows, it were merely To drop down in them and sleep. Our knees tremble sorely in the stooping, We fall upon our faces, trying to go; And, underneath, our heavy eyelids drooping, The reddest flower would look as pale as snow. For, all day, we drag our burden tiring Through the coal-dark underground; Or, all day, we drive the wheels of iron In the factories, round and round.
729. oldal - O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
637. oldal - Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We are met to dedicate a portion of it as the final resting-place of those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
729. oldal - Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just ; And this be our motto :
868. oldal - Just our rapture to enhance, Let the English rake the bay, Gnash their teeth and glare askance As they cannonade away ! 'Neath rampired Solidor pleasant riding on the Ranee...
637. oldal - Sadly, but not with upbraiding, The generous deed was done, In the storm of the years that are fading, No braver battle was won: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment day; Under the blossoms, the Blue, Under the garlands, the Gray.