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... doors and pare apples and stone raisins , and pound something in a mortar ; and yet , with his mind full of schemes of what he would like to do , and his hands full of occupations , he is an idle boy , who has nothing with which to busy ...
... doors and pare apples and stone raisins , and pound something in a mortar ; and yet , with his mind full of schemes of what he would like to do , and his hands full of occupations , he is an idle boy , who has nothing with which to busy ...
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... door , " said Mrs. Sterling . 19. Christie demurely tied on the little pumpkin hood , wrapped the gray shawl about her , and set out to find her " master , " as she took a fancy to call the unknown David . She peeped here and there ...
... door , " said Mrs. Sterling . 19. Christie demurely tied on the little pumpkin hood , wrapped the gray shawl about her , and set out to find her " master , " as she took a fancy to call the unknown David . She peeped here and there ...
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... door was shut behind him . 30. Christie helped clear the table and put everything in prim order , and then Mrs. Sterling said , “ Now , my 1- T am going to take mv nan and thee can help i 31. No one was visible in the conservatory as ...
... door was shut behind him . 30. Christie helped clear the table and put everything in prim order , and then Mrs. Sterling said , “ Now , my 1- T am going to take mv nan and thee can help i 31. No one was visible in the conservatory as ...
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... door , upon which my back was turned . I wheeled around to find the cause of the interruption . There , in the door - way , towering above us all , and looking questioningly down upon the little assembly , stood Mr. Bird . 41. " What ...
... door , upon which my back was turned . I wheeled around to find the cause of the interruption . There , in the door - way , towering above us all , and looking questioningly down upon the little assembly , stood Mr. Bird . 41. " What ...
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... doors as if they were afraid of the cold autumn . In the garden , the holly- hocks stood shivering , and bowed to the wind as if their time had come . The yellow musk - melons showed plain among the frost - bitten vines , and looked ...
... doors as if they were afraid of the cold autumn . In the garden , the holly- hocks stood shivering , and bowed to the wind as if their time had come . The yellow musk - melons showed plain among the frost - bitten vines , and looked ...
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Page 326 - That orbed maiden , with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Page 169 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Page 404 - All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.
Page 325 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 189 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 405 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 189 - 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?
Page 220 - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Page 219 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Page 404 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.