The Heart of Oak Books, Knjiga 3

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Charles Eliot Norton, Kate Stephens, George Henry Browne
D.C. Heath & Company, 1895
 

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Stran 140 - where, Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be In their gold coats spots you see : Those be rubies, fairy favors — In those freckles live their savors. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. THE
Stran 101 - above the gallant child Like banners in the sky. There came a burst of thunder-sound— The boy — oh! where was he ? Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strew'd the sea ! — With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part; But the noblest thing that perish'd there Was that young faithful heart!
Stran 1 - BOOK. JOG ON, JOG ON, THE FOOT-PATH WAY. William Shakespeare. Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent 1 the stile-a: A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a. THE BIRD. Henry
Stran 144 - A CHRISTMAS CAROL. As Joseph was a-walking, He heard an angel sing, " This night shall be the birth-time Of Christ, the heavenly king. " He neither shall be born In housen nor in hall, Nor in the place of paradise, But in an ox's stall.
Stran 77 - they fall to strife; With one another they did fight About the children's life: And he that was of mildest mood Did slay the other there, Within an unfrequented wood; The babes did quake for fear! He took the
Stran 74 - The one a fine and pretty boy, Not passing three years old; The other a girl more young than he, And framed in beauty's mould. The father left his little son, As plainly did appear, When he to perfect age should come, Three hundred pounds a year. And to his little daughter Jane Five hundred pounds in gold, To
Stran 141 - favors — In those freckles live their savors. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. THE
Stran 141 - sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath, And the want Of thought is death; Then am I A happy fly, If I live Or if I die. A
Stran 46 - There is another swan come, a new one!" Then they threw more bread and cake into the water, and said, " The new one is the most beautiful of all; he is so young and pretty." And the old swans bowed their heads before him. Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his wing; for he did not know what to
Stran 77 - by the hand, Tears standing in their eye, And bade them straightway follow him, And look they did not cry; And two long miles lie led them on, While they for food complain: "Stay here,

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