First Steps with American and British AuthorsAmerican Book Company, 1899 - 422 sider A systematic study of the texts of standard English authors is generally held to constitute an important part of the regular course in most schools of higher grade. This book aims to supply a judicious and methodical instroduction to the standard English texts. |
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... Tiny Tim ! And Martha warn't as late last Christmas Day by half an hour ! " " Here's Martha , mother ! " said a girl , appearing as she spoke . " Here's Martha , mother ... Tiny Tim , he bore a little crutch 108 AMERICAN AND BRITISH AUTHORS.
... Tiny Tim ! And Martha warn't as late last Christmas Day by half an hour ! " " Here's Martha , mother ! " said a girl , appearing as she spoke . " Here's Martha , mother ... Tiny Tim , he bore a little crutch 108 AMERICAN AND BRITISH AUTHORS.
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Albert Franklin Blaisdell. Alas for Tiny Tim , he bore a little crutch , and had his limbs supported by an iron frame ! " Why , where's our Martha ? " cried Bob Cratchit , looking round . " Not coming , " said Mrs. Cratchit . " Not ...
Albert Franklin Blaisdell. Alas for Tiny Tim , he bore a little crutch , and had his limbs supported by an iron frame ! " Why , where's our Martha ? " cried Bob Cratchit , looking round . " Not coming , " said Mrs. Cratchit . " Not ...
Side 110
... little saucepan , hissing hot ; Master Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigor ; Miss Belinda sweetened up the apple sauce ; Martha dusted the hot plates ; Bob took Tiny Tim beside him in a tiny corner at the table ; the two ...
... little saucepan , hissing hot ; Master Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigor ; Miss Belinda sweetened up the apple sauce ; Martha dusted the hot plates ; Bob took Tiny Tim beside him in a tiny corner at the table ; the two ...
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... a small pudding for a large family . It would have been flat heresy to do so . Any Cratchit would have blushed to hint at ... Tiny Tim , the last of all . He sat very close to his father's side , upon his little stool . held his withered ...
... a small pudding for a large family . It would have been flat heresy to do so . Any Cratchit would have blushed to hint at ... Tiny Tim , the last of all . He sat very close to his father's side , upon his little stool . held his withered ...
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... Tiny Tim , who had a plaintive little voice , and sang it very well indeed . There was nothing of high mark in this . They were not a handsome family ; they were not well dressed ; their shoes were far from being waterproof ; their ...
... Tiny Tim , who had a plaintive little voice , and sang it very well indeed . There was nothing of high mark in this . They were not a handsome family ; they were not well dressed ; their shoes were far from being waterproof ; their ...
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First Steps With American and British Authors (Classic Reprint) Albert Franklin Blaisdell Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2015 |
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Side 154 - 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.
Side 276 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Side 47 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered '"Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Side 282 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
Side 47 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; And now am I come with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Side 157 - 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.
Side 292 - That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction ; not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood...
Side 293 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never...
Side 157 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Side 128 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.