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Pagina 20
... cried the popular man as he stood under the poplar , caring little whether or not the weather whirled him to another world , for he felt nothing could lower his lore , and he knew he was the principal man in the principal city where the ...
... cried the popular man as he stood under the poplar , caring little whether or not the weather whirled him to another world , for he felt nothing could lower his lore , and he knew he was the principal man in the principal city where the ...
Pagina 37
... cries - she screams ! - And pours her flood of sorrows out / From eyes and mouth / in mingled streams / Just like the lion on the spout . For well poor Bessy knows her mother Must lose her EXERCISES ON RULE VIII . 37.
... cries - she screams ! - And pours her flood of sorrows out / From eyes and mouth / in mingled streams / Just like the lion on the spout . For well poor Bessy knows her mother Must lose her EXERCISES ON RULE VIII . 37.
Pagina 38
... cries for more light : there is none to answer in all creation . He who goes to science or philosophy alone for this bread / will come away with a stone instead . -M'Cann . RULE IX . The sense of the passage must govern 38 RULES FOR ...
... cries for more light : there is none to answer in all creation . He who goes to science or philosophy alone for this bread / will come away with a stone instead . -M'Cann . RULE IX . The sense of the passage must govern 38 RULES FOR ...
Pagina 48
... cried out / " Well done ! " and the fiddler plunged his hot face into a pot of porter / especially provided for that purpose . But scorning rest upon his reappearance / he instantly began again / though / as if the other fiddler had ...
... cried out / " Well done ! " and the fiddler plunged his hot face into a pot of porter / especially provided for that purpose . But scorning rest upon his reappearance / he instantly began again / though / as if the other fiddler had ...
Pagina 49
... cried Mr. Haredale / drawing his breath . " But don't let me interrupt you . " " So resolved am I to hold this course / " returned the other / tasting his wine with great deliberation / that I have determined not to quarrel with you ...
... cried Mr. Haredale / drawing his breath . " But don't let me interrupt you . " " So resolved am I to hold this course / " returned the other / tasting his wine with great deliberation / that I have determined not to quarrel with you ...
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Annabel Lee Balaam beauty bell bless breath bright Buzfuz Cæsar called Canute Charles Mathews Chas child consonant sound cried Curfew dark dead dear death door earth EXERCISES ON RULE eyes face father feel Fezziwig frae Gabriel Grub gallant story gentlemen give goblin grave Hamlet hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven honour Inchcape Inchcape Rock John Anderson Kate King kiss light light sleeper live look lord madam married Miss Willises morning never night o'er Orlando pause Peter Stone Pickwick poet poor pray prayer Pronounce the consonant Pronounce the vowel Puff Queen Rosalind round Sir Charles Sir F sleep smile Sneer soul speak sweet tears tell Teviotdale thee things thou thought trolls for fish umbrella voice vowel sound waves what's wife wild Winkle words young
Populaire passages
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.