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" Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash; The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of midday to objects below ; When, what to my... "
Everyday Classics: Primer-eighth Reader - Pàgina 141
per Franklin Thomas Baker, Ashley Horace Thorndike - 1917
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The American Monthly Magazine, Volum 3

1837 - 1322 pàgines
...When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter: Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open...threw up the sash. The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should...
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Parley's Magazine, Volum 6

1838 - 448 pàgines
...clatter, T sprang from the bed to see what was the matter : Away to the window I flew like a flush, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should...
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The United States Speaker: A Copious Selection of Exercises in Elocution ...

John Epy Lovell - 1836 - 534 pàgines
...; When out on the lawn there rose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open...and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of midday to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should...
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The New-York Book of Poetry

Charles Fenno Hoffman - 1837 - 278 pàgines
...When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter : Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open...threw up the sash. The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should...
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The American Monthly Magazine, Volum 3;Volum 9

1837 - 660 pàgines
...When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter: Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open...threw up the sash. The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should...
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The Book of the Months: A Gift for the Young

1839 - 204 pàgines
...When, out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter, I sprung from the bed, to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open...threw up the sash. The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, — When, what to my wondering eyes should...
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The Poets of America: Illustrated by One of Her Painters...

John Keese - 1840 - 302 pàgines
...When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter : Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open...threw up the sash. The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should...
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The Poets of America, Volum 1

John Keese - 1840 - 304 pàgines
...When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter : Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open...threw up the sash. The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should...
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Selections from the American Poets, Edició 111

William Cullen Bryant - 1840 - 328 pàgines
...arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter : Away to the window I flaw like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of midday to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should...
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The Poets of America, Volum 1

John Keese - 1840 - 300 pàgines
...like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny raindeer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew...
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