Journeys Through Bookland: A New and Original Plan for Reading Applied to the World's Best Literature for Children, 7. köideBellows-Reeve, 1922 |
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... WINDY HILL " TOM'S COMING HOME ! " " OH , HE IS CRUEL " . " IS IT THE TIPSY CAKE , THEN ? R. F. Babcock Donn P. Crane 29 Donn P. Crane 33 26 Donn P. Crane 38 Donn P. Crane 42 Donn P. Crane 45 Donn P. Crane 48 Donn P. Crane 55 Donn P ...
... WINDY HILL " TOM'S COMING HOME ! " " OH , HE IS CRUEL " . " IS IT THE TIPSY CAKE , THEN ? R. F. Babcock Donn P. Crane 29 Donn P. Crane 33 26 Donn P. Crane 38 Donn P. Crane 42 Donn P. Crane 45 Donn P. Crane 48 Donn P. Crane 55 Donn P ...
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... winds ensuin ' , Baith snell and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an ' waste , And weary winter comin ' fast , And cozie , here , beneath the blast , Thou thought to dwell , Till crash ! the cruel coulter9 past Out thro ' thy cell ...
... winds ensuin ' , Baith snell and keen ! Thou saw the fields laid bare an ' waste , And weary winter comin ' fast , And cozie , here , beneath the blast , Thou thought to dwell , Till crash ! the cruel coulter9 past Out thro ' thy cell ...
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... to the World's Best Literature for Children Charles Herbert Sylvester ? MODAN I SHOT THE ALBATROSS DONN D. CRANE " And a good south wind sprung up behind ; THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER 33 SHOT THE ALBATROSS Donn P Crane.
... to the World's Best Literature for Children Charles Herbert Sylvester ? MODAN I SHOT THE ALBATROSS DONN D. CRANE " And a good south wind sprung up behind ; THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER 33 SHOT THE ALBATROSS Donn P Crane.
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... wind sprung up behind ; 12 The Albatross did follow , And every day , for food or play , Came to the mariner's hollo ! " In mist or cloud , on mast or shroud , It perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night , through fog - smoke ...
... wind sprung up behind ; 12 The Albatross did follow , And every day , for food or play , Came to the mariner's hollo ! " In mist or cloud , on mast or shroud , It perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night , through fog - smoke ...
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... wind : It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails , That were so thin and sere . 34 " The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire - flags sheen , To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro , and in and ...
... wind : It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails , That were so thin and sere . 34 " The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire - flags sheen , To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro , and in and ...
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Page 277 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Page 31 - Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. The sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he ! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Page 50 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea. In ripple or in shade. It...
Page 337 - I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was. — Where thou art gone, Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more!
Page 45 - The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Page 343 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Page 10 - Thy snawie bosom sun-ward 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 floweret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betray'd, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soil'd, is laid Low i
Page 337 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! But the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Page 147 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade ! " Charge for the guns ! " he said : Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade...
Page 168 - Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave ; And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.