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... learned something , and I trust I shall be quite successful next time . " The Song of the City Child , LOVE my native city , Though the country child can tell Of the sweet wild flowers that blossom In the valley and the dell , Of the ...
... learned something , and I trust I shall be quite successful next time . " The Song of the City Child , LOVE my native city , Though the country child can tell Of the sweet wild flowers that blossom In the valley and the dell , Of the ...
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... emperor was right , said : " You must have learned the trade much longer than I , sir , for you understand it a great deal better . ” Willie Morden ; or , a Young Scholar's Difficultics in THE SONG OF THE CITY CHILD . 49.
... emperor was right , said : " You must have learned the trade much longer than I , sir , for you understand it a great deal better . ” Willie Morden ; or , a Young Scholar's Difficultics in THE SONG OF THE CITY CHILD . 49.
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... learned the alphabet at home . He could also read simple sentences , such as " The dog bit the cat , " " The hen lays her eggs in the barn , " so that his mother thought it was quite time he was at school . So on this Monday morning ...
... learned the alphabet at home . He could also read simple sentences , such as " The dog bit the cat , " " The hen lays her eggs in the barn , " so that his mother thought it was quite time he was at school . So on this Monday morning ...
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... learned to eat . LAMB'S Essays of Elia . The Angel of the Iceberg . BY THE REV . JOHN TODD . IN TWO PARTS . PART II . T was now the Arctic summer . The sun just swung round the horizon ; and though it was still dreary , yet light had ...
... learned to eat . LAMB'S Essays of Elia . The Angel of the Iceberg . BY THE REV . JOHN TODD . IN TWO PARTS . PART II . T was now the Arctic summer . The sun just swung round the horizon ; and though it was still dreary , yet light had ...
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... learned to play at marbles at home , but some- how it was not nearly so pleasant at home as at school . He always found , too , that the harder he worked at school , the more he enjoyed his game in the playground ; a fact which all ...
... learned to play at marbles at home , but some- how it was not nearly so pleasant at home as at school . He always found , too , that the harder he worked at school , the more he enjoyed his game in the playground ; a fact which all ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 96 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 138 - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Página 78 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Página 136 - A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew, Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Página 120 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Página 6 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Página 88 - The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Página 233 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Página 136 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Página 315 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betrayed, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid Low i