Our Young Folks, Volum 3John Townsend Trowbridge, Lucy Larcom, Gail Hamilton Ticknor and Fields, 1867 |
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Our Young Folks, Volum 6 John Townsend Trowbridge,Lucy Larcom,Gail Hamilton Visualització completa - 1870 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 41 - Come wealth or want, come good or ill, Let young and old accept their part, And bow before the Awful Will, And bear it with an honest heart, Who misses or who wins the prize. — Go, lose or conquer as you can ; But if you fail, or if you rise, Be each, pray God, a gentleman.
Pàgina 41 - Let young* and old accept their part, And bow before the Awful Will, And bear it with an honest heart. Who misses, or who wins the prize? Go, lose or conquer as you can : But if you fail, or if you rise, Be each, pray God, a gentleman. A gentleman, or old or young! (Bear kindly with my humble lays;) The sacred chorus first was sung Upon the first of Christmas days : The shepherds heard it overhead — The joyful angels raised it then : Glory to Heaven on high, it said, And peace on earth to gentle...
Pàgina 350 - The noble earl was slain. He had a bow bent in his hand, Made of a trusty tree ; An arrow of a cloth-yard long Up to the head drew he...
Pàgina 113 - And away he sped, To open the wonderful box in the shed. His brothers had walked but a little way, When Jotham to Nathan chanced to say, "What is the feller up to, hey!" " Don'o'- — the 's suthin' ur other to pay, Ur he wouldn't 'a
Pàgina 113 - O' this jumpin', thumpin' pain 'n my head." For all the while to himself he said: — "I tell ye what! I'll fly a few times around the lot, To see how 't seems, then soon's I've got The hang o...
Pàgina 109 - IF ever there lived a Yankee lad. Wise or otherwise, good or bad, Who, seeing the birds fly. didn't jump With flapping arms from stake or stump, Or, spreading the tail Of his coat for a sail, Take a soaring leap from post or rail, And wonder why He couldn't fly, And flap and flutter and wish and try — If ever you knew a country dunce Who didn't try that as often as once, All I can say is, that's a sign He never would do for a hero of mine.
Pàgina 116 - And much that wasn't so sweet by half. Away with a bellow fled the calf, And what was that? Did the gosling laugh? 'Tis a merry roar from the old barn-door. And he hears the voice of Jotham crying, "Say, D'rius! how do you like flyin'?
Pàgina 112 - ... of water, which one would think He had brought up into the loft to drink When he chanced to be dry, Stood always nigh, For Darius was sly! And whenever at work he happened to spy At chink or crevice a blinking eye, He let a dipper of water fly. "Take that! an' ef ever ye git a peep, Guess ye'll ketch a weasel asleep!" And he sings as he locks His big strong box: Song "The weasel's head is small an' trim, An' he is little an' long an' slim, An' quick of motion an' nimble of limb, An' ef you'll...
Pàgina 110 - We soon or late shall navigate The azure as now we sail the sea. The thing looks simple enough to me; And if you doubt it, Hear how Darius reasoned about it. "The birds can fly an' why can't I? Must we give in," says he with a grin, "That the bluebird an
Pàgina 109 - He couldn't fly, And flap and flutter and wish and try — If ever you knew a country dunce Who didn't try that as often as once, All I can say is, that's a sign He never would do for a hero of mine. An aspiring genius was D. Green : The son of a farmer, — age fourteen ; His...