Introductory Lessons in English Literature: For High Schools and AcademiesAmerican book Company, 1901 - 376 páginas |
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... pipe ! " The pipe was in the old dame's mouth when she said these words . She had thrust it there after filling it with tobacco , but without stooping to light it at the hearth , where indeed there was no appearance of a fire having ...
... pipe ! " The pipe was in the old dame's mouth when she said these words . She had thrust it there after filling it with tobacco , but without stooping to light it at the hearth , where indeed there was no appearance of a fire having ...
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... pipe of tobacco , she resolved to produce 40 something fine , beautiful , and splendid , rather than hideous and horrible . " I don't want to set up a hobgoblin in my own corn patch , and almost at my own doorstep , " said Mother Rigby ...
... pipe of tobacco , she resolved to produce 40 something fine , beautiful , and splendid , rather than hideous and horrible . " I don't want to set up a hobgoblin in my own corn patch , and almost at my own doorstep , " said Mother Rigby ...
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... pipe of tobacco and then take him out to the corn patch . " While filling her pipe the old woman continued to gaze with almost motherly affection at the figure in the corner . To say the truth , whether it were chance , or 130 skill ...
... pipe of tobacco and then take him out to the corn patch . " While filling her pipe the old woman continued to gaze with almost motherly affection at the figure in the corner . To say the truth , whether it were chance , or 130 skill ...
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... pipe and smiled . " He'll meet plenty of his brethren at every street corner ! " continued she . " Well ; I didn't mean to dabble in witchcraft to - day , further than the lighting of my pipe ; but a witch I am , and a witch I'm likely ...
... pipe and smiled . " He'll meet plenty of his brethren at every street corner ! " continued she . " Well ; I didn't mean to dabble in witchcraft to - day , further than the lighting of my pipe ; but a witch I am , and a witch I'm likely ...
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... pipe was bewitched . There must have been a spell either in the tobacco or in the 195 fiercely glowing coal that so mysteriously burned on top of it , or in the pungently aromatic smoke which exhaled from the kindled weed . The figure ...
... pipe was bewitched . There must have been a spell either in the tobacco or in the 195 fiercely glowing coal that so mysteriously burned on top of it , or in the pungently aromatic smoke which exhaled from the kindled weed . The figure ...
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Página 255 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me, And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea. But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Página 113 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and Is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there Is a silent Joy at their arrival.
Página 125 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Página 107 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners...
Página 176 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 160 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Página 115 - And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was at its edge.
Página 113 - I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and...
Página 102 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 165 - Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.