Chambers's narrative series of standard reading books, Cartea 6 |
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Pagina 37
... feel more wonder or pleasure than a village- lad does over the building of a cottage . But every rural trade had its attractions for us . We made our visits to the old shoemaker as often as to the builder ; and I don't know that I could ...
... feel more wonder or pleasure than a village- lad does over the building of a cottage . But every rural trade had its attractions for us . We made our visits to the old shoemaker as often as to the builder ; and I don't know that I could ...
Pagina 47
... feel yourself a prisoner ; it is bad enough when you are kept prisoner at the will of other people , and know you will be released at a certain time ; but it is far worse to be , as I was , a prisoner in an underground - pit , miles ...
... feel yourself a prisoner ; it is bad enough when you are kept prisoner at the will of other people , and know you will be released at a certain time ; but it is far worse to be , as I was , a prisoner in an underground - pit , miles ...
Pagina 65
... feel it close over your head when you dive down to the bottom . ' 6 6 A great pleasure , indeed , ' quoth the hen . You must be crazy , surely ! Only ask the cat - for he is the wisest creature I know - how he would like to swim on the ...
... feel it close over your head when you dive down to the bottom . ' 6 6 A great pleasure , indeed , ' quoth the hen . You must be crazy , surely ! Only ask the cat - for he is the wisest creature I know - how he would like to swim on the ...
Pagina 68
... feel the full depth of the happiness that awaited him . And the large swans swam round him , and stroked him with their beaks . Some little children came into the garden , and threw bread - crumbs and corn into the water ; and the ...
... feel the full depth of the happiness that awaited him . And the large swans swam round him , and stroked him with their beaks . Some little children came into the garden , and threw bread - crumbs and corn into the water ; and the ...
Pagina 120
... feel the cool Breath of each little pool ; His fevered brain Grows calm again , And he breathes a blessing on the rain . 4 . From the neighbouring school Come the boys , With more than their wonted noise And commotion ; And down the wet ...
... feel the cool Breath of each little pool ; His fevered brain Grows calm again , And he breathes a blessing on the rain . 4 . From the neighbouring school Come the boys , With more than their wonted noise And commotion ; And down the wet ...
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Pagina 172 - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, " Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you "—here I opened wide the door.
Pagina 32 - So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, 'Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And "Gallop," gasped Joris, "for Aix is in sight!
Pagina 130 - I WAS ever of opinion, that the honest man who married, and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.
Pagina 69 - Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Pagina 32 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track, And one eye's black intelligence — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance; And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on.
Pagina 123 - And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows? Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge- — That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Pagina 127 - Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending...
Pagina 32 - Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Pagina 172 - Thrilled me— filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is and nothing more.
Pagina 178 - I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.