The Kanter Girls

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Charles Scribner's Sons, 1895 - 219 pāgines
 

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Pāgina 70 - SWING How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside — Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown — Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down!
Pāgina 215 - MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!
Pāgina 121 - The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Pāgina 39 - ... patience and care, And been good, and obliging, and kind, I lie on my pillow, and sleep away there, With a happy and peaceable mind. But, instead of all this, if it must be...
Pāgina 121 - one half of the world does not know how the other half lives.
Pāgina 39 - Alas ! my journey, rugged and uneven, Through prickly moors or dusty ways must wind : But hearing thee, or others of thy kind, As full of gladness and as free of heaven, I, with my fate contented, will plod on, And hope for higher raptures, when life's day is done.
Pāgina 30 - ... of dew ; My palfrey, never stopping, made a music sweetly blent With the leaves of autumn dropping all around me as I went ; And I heard the bells, grown fainter, far behind me peal and play, Fainter, fainter, fainter, fainter, till they...
Pāgina 206 - And crossed himself, and knelt and cried, And kissed the holy Edelweiss, Believing that the fiends had tried To buy him with a price. The king rides fast, the king rides well; The summer hunts go loud and gay; The courtiers, who this tale can tell, Are getting old and gray. But still they say it was...
Pāgina 23 - Across the wide green splendor, Creek swelling creek till all in one The marshes made surrender. And clear the flood of silver swung Between the brimming edges, And now the depths were dark, and now The boat slid o'er the sedges. And here a yellow sand-spit foamed Amid the great sea meadows, And here the slumberous waters gloomed Lucid in emerald shadows. While, in their friendly multitude Encamped along our quarter, The host of hay-cocks seemed to float With doubles in the water.
Pāgina 70 - A brave old house ! a garden full of bees, Large dropping poppies, and queen hollyhocks, With butterflies for crowns — tree peonies And pinks and goldilocks.

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