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... feet ! The little school - boys stood all about / And laughed to see her pumping / pumping ; Now with a courtesy to the spout / And then upon her tiptoes jumping . Long time she waited for her neighbours / To have their turns : -but she ...
... feet ! The little school - boys stood all about / And laughed to see her pumping / pumping ; Now with a courtesy to the spout / And then upon her tiptoes jumping . Long time she waited for her neighbours / To have their turns : -but she ...
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... feet . “ Where shall that land , that spot of earth be found ? " — Art thou a man ? —a patriot ? -look around ; O thou shalt find , howe'er thy footsteps roam , That land thy Country , and that spot thy Home . Slow . Moderate . Slow ...
... feet . “ Where shall that land , that spot of earth be found ? " — Art thou a man ? —a patriot ? -look around ; O thou shalt find , howe'er thy footsteps roam , That land thy Country , and that spot thy Home . Slow . Moderate . Slow ...
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... feet , And on with some fierce word he dashed . As any racehorse fleet . I , on the hillside , saw him rush Straight to the jaws of death , And up the hillside seemed to come The engine's fiery breath . His strong hand seized and threw ...
... feet , And on with some fierce word he dashed . As any racehorse fleet . I , on the hillside , saw him rush Straight to the jaws of death , And up the hillside seemed to come The engine's fiery breath . His strong hand seized and threw ...
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... feet of the dear ones must go ; Of the mountains of sins hanging o'er them , Of the tempest of fate blowing wild ; Oh , there's nothing on earth half so holy , As the innocent heart of a child ! They are idols of hearts and of ...
... feet of the dear ones must go ; Of the mountains of sins hanging o'er them , Of the tempest of fate blowing wild ; Oh , there's nothing on earth half so holy , As the innocent heart of a child ! They are idols of hearts and of ...
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... feet . When the lessons and tasks are all ended , And Death says , " The school is dismissed ! " May the little ones gather around me , To bid me good - night and be kissed . ( 158. ) THE PLUM - CAKES . Hannah More 74 READING AND RECITING .
... feet . When the lessons and tasks are all ended , And Death says , " The school is dismissed ! " May the little ones gather around me , To bid me good - night and be kissed . ( 158. ) THE PLUM - CAKES . Hannah More 74 READING AND RECITING .
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Page 128 - I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Page 308 - Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead Are but as pictures; 'tis the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
Page 271 - In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament? There is no vice so simple, but assumes Some mark of virtue on his outward parts...
Page 30 - I met a little cottage girl: she was eight years old/ she said; her hair was thick with many a curl that clustered round her head.
Page 52 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents...
Page 38 - John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
Page 34 - As a sick girl. Ye gods ! it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
Page 43 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Page 52 - Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses, Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Which was not so before. There's no such thing: It is the bloody business which informs Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one...
Page 281 - Lenore !"Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, All my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping Something louder than before. " Surely," said I, " surely that is Something at my window lattice : Let me see then what thereat is, And this mystery explore — Let my heart be still a moment And this mystery explore ; — 'Tis the wind and nothing more.