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... Don't you remember Susan picked up a bird last week that fell out of this very tree , and gave it to our matron ? Well , didn't we have bird - pie for dinner ? " 66 66 Yes , but one poor little fellow would not make a pie . " They had ...
... Don't you remember Susan picked up a bird last week that fell out of this very tree , and gave it to our matron ? Well , didn't we have bird - pie for dinner ? " 66 66 Yes , but one poor little fellow would not make a pie . " They had ...
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... don't say any more about her ; she is not as kind as our dear matron , or some of the managers , but she thinks she is right . Remember she made these pretty blue curtains round your and Lilly's bed . " “ I don't care if she did . All ...
... don't say any more about her ; she is not as kind as our dear matron , or some of the managers , but she thinks she is right . Remember she made these pretty blue curtains round your and Lilly's bed . " “ I don't care if she did . All ...
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... don't care if I do . I hate bonnets . " " Take care , Claudy ; the President won't have you all freckled and tanned . " " Won't he ? " queried the child , with a saucy sparkle in her black eyes . " That he won't ; here , tie on my hood ...
... don't care if I do . I hate bonnets . " " Take care , Claudy ; the President won't have you all freckled and tanned . " " Won't he ? " queried the child , with a saucy sparkle in her black eyes . " That he won't ; here , tie on my hood ...
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... don't bleach off her freckles ; she looks just like a " " Hush about her , and run on ahead . " " Do pray let me get my breath first ; which way are we going ? " " To the piney woods yonder , " cried Lilly , clapping her hands in ...
... don't bleach off her freckles ; she looks just like a " " Hush about her , and run on ahead . " " Do pray let me get my breath first ; which way are we going ? " " To the piney woods yonder , " cried Lilly , clapping her hands in ...
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... don't let us go just yet . I left such a nice splendid pile of burs . " " Yes , we must go , yonder comes Katy for us . sir , " Good evening , " Good evening , my little friend ; some of these days I shall come to the Asylum to see you ...
... don't let us go just yet . I left such a nice splendid pile of burs . " " Yes , we must go , yonder comes Katy for us . sir , " Good evening , " Good evening , my little friend ; some of these days I shall come to the Asylum to see you ...
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Términos y frases comunes
66 Beulah answered Beulah Antoinette arms Asbury asked Asylum Atheism beautiful believe better Beulah looked brow buggy carriage chair Charon cheeks child Chilton Clara clasped Claudia Cornelia countenance curls dear doctor door earnestly Eugene exclaimed eyes face fancy feel fell felt fingers Georgia girl glad glance Godless woman Graham Grayson guardian hair hand happy Harriet Hartwell Hartwell's head heart hope hour Hugh Leonard Jane Shore kissed knew leaned Learn to labour Lilly lips live MARY JANE HOLMES matron melodeon metaphysics mind misanthropy miserable Miss morning mother never night once orphan painful pale pantheism passed Pauline quiet replied seemed silent sister smile soon sorrow soul spoke steps stood suppose tears tell thought threw told tone took trembled truth Uncle Guy voice walked watched weary wife wonder yellow fever
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Página 14 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 28 - In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Página 149 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
Página 205 - Why drag about this corpse of your memory, lest you contradict somewhat you have stated in this or that public place ? Suppose you should contradict yourself ; what then...
Página 185 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist; A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple...
Página 118 - Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book! That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
Página 227 - And I gave my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly: I perceived that this also is vexation of spirit. For in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.
Página 185 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Página 96 - I have no churlish objection to the circumnavigation of the globe, for the purposes of art, of study, and benevolence, so that the man is first domesticated, or does not go abroad with the hope of finding somewhat greater than he knows. He who travels to be amused, or to get somewhat which he does not carry, travels away from himself, and grows old even in youth among old things. In Thebes, in Palmyra, his will and mind have become old and dilapidated as they. He carries ruins to ruins.