The British JuvenileJ. Caudwell, 1879 - Children's literature, English |
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... felt that for the time he must have been both foolish and " mad " to forfeit so good a place . De- pend upon it , young folks , you as well as your elders will have to repent bitterly for any out- burst of passion , or exhibition of ...
... felt that for the time he must have been both foolish and " mad " to forfeit so good a place . De- pend upon it , young folks , you as well as your elders will have to repent bitterly for any out- burst of passion , or exhibition of ...
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... felt very sure that when Mr. Isaacs saw a whole round penny before him he would not shake his head . 66 Please , sir , may I ? " Mark said . sorry to disappoint you , " Mr. Isaacs said ; " but look here , little man , a penny won't buy ...
... felt very sure that when Mr. Isaacs saw a whole round penny before him he would not shake his head . 66 Please , sir , may I ? " Mark said . sorry to disappoint you , " Mr. Isaacs said ; " but look here , little man , a penny won't buy ...
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... felt quite a flow of reasoning , came suddenly to a stop , as visions of the pen- knife and bat and ball - between the choice of which he had so long wavered - rose in his me- mory ; but his father's speech helped him to victory . That ...
... felt quite a flow of reasoning , came suddenly to a stop , as visions of the pen- knife and bat and ball - between the choice of which he had so long wavered - rose in his me- mory ; but his father's speech helped him to victory . That ...
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... felt her feet slip away from under her . To make matters worse , just as they came in sight of the school - house , a knot of rude boys espied them , and shouted after them , two or three taking up snowballs to pelt them with . Mary ...
... felt her feet slip away from under her . To make matters worse , just as they came in sight of the school - house , a knot of rude boys espied them , and shouted after them , two or three taking up snowballs to pelt them with . Mary ...
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... felt too ill to do anything . Freddy will be sorry for this , " I thought , " and he will soon come over to apologise . " But he never came . 66 Freddy left school , he had a fancy for the sea . He has been to sea ; he has had enough of ...
... felt too ill to do anything . Freddy will be sorry for this , " I thought , " and he will soon come over to apologise . " But he never came . 66 Freddy left school , he had a fancy for the sea . He has been to sea ; he has had enough of ...
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Page 102 - I heard the bell tolled 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.
Page 101 - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! it answers — Yes.
Page 179 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure, For often at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it with hands that were glowing, And quick to the white-pebbled bottom it fell, Then soon with the emblem of truth overflowing, And dripping with coolness, it rose from the well ! The old oaken bucket,...
Page 179 - How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood, When fond recollection presents them to view! The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood, And every loved spot which my infancy knew! The wide-spreading pond, and the mill that stood by it, The bridge, and the rock where the cataract fell, The cot of my father, the dairy-house nigh it, And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well — The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.
Page 101 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Page 54 - Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream Upon the silver lake or crystal stream; But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth...
Page 102 - I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head and smile.) Could those few pleasant days again appear, Might one wish bring them, would I wish them here?
Page 102 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine ; And, while the wings of fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Page 67 - And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 69 - And thus, dear children, have ye made for me This day a jubilee, And to my more than three-score years and ten Brought back my youth again. The heart hath its own memory, like the mind, And in it are enshrined The precious keepsakes, into which is wrought The giver's loving thought.