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A.G. Prout. Today oday Mommy and Annie had plans to go to a fair . Annie had never been to a fair and was very excited to go . There would be lots of walking , so she had to wear the proper shoes . She had to wear the right clothes ...
A.G. Prout. Today oday Mommy and Annie had plans to go to a fair . Annie had never been to a fair and was very excited to go . There would be lots of walking , so she had to wear the proper shoes . She had to wear the right clothes ...
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... fair! “Gracie!” Annie shouted. She had to see this. Annie scrolled down and found another e-mail complaining about life's unfairness. “Gracie! I think I've got our blog theme!” That did it. Annie heard the squeak of chair legs on the ...
... fair! “Gracie!” Annie shouted. She had to see this. Annie scrolled down and found another e-mail complaining about life's unfairness. “Gracie! I think I've got our blog theme!” That did it. Annie heard the squeak of chair legs on the ...
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Stay Calm Lisa Regan. c get angry and shout that it's not fair? Annie, choose a Grown-ups usually have a good reason for saying no. Sometimes moms and dads do know best! Try to listen to them and do what they say without getting angry ...
Stay Calm Lisa Regan. c get angry and shout that it's not fair? Annie, choose a Grown-ups usually have a good reason for saying no. Sometimes moms and dads do know best! Try to listen to them and do what they say without getting angry ...
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... Fair. Annie was excited to see her name on the cover. Afterwards, though, she felt restless. Annie and her mother were extremely close and enjoyed their time together. However, Annie was thirty years old and wanted a more independent ...
... Fair. Annie was excited to see her name on the cover. Afterwards, though, she felt restless. Annie and her mother were extremely close and enjoyed their time together. However, Annie was thirty years old and wanted a more independent ...
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... fair love , Sae ye may hie you hame . " " O ha'e ye gotten anither fair love ... Annie of Lochryan , The flower o ' a ' her kin , Was standin ' mournin ' at ... fair Annie , Was sailing frae the land . And " heigh , Annie , " and " how ...
... fair love , Sae ye may hie you hame . " " O ha'e ye gotten anither fair love ... Annie of Lochryan , The flower o ' a ' her kin , Was standin ' mournin ' at ... fair Annie , Was sailing frae the land . And " heigh , Annie , " and " how ...
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Page 207 - Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Page 177 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 273 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 65 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 172 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of Mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 172 - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour.
Page 175 - Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep: No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and Sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May...
Page 154 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
Page 162 - ning clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Page 171 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield...