The Kanter GirlsCharles Scribner's Sons, 1895 - 219 pàgines |
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
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afraid Althea apple-tree asked Janet asked Prue beautiful began birds boat brown called cat-tails cat's cradle chariot Claribel climb cried Janet cried Prue dark door exclaimed Janet exclaimed Prue eyes flew flowers Fur-children garden glad go back Good-by grass great-aunt green hand Harriet Prescott Spofford heard Heft Henjee invisible rings Janet and Prue Klein kobold laughed Lily little dryad little girl little Guld little Kanter girls looked macaw Mary Howitt Meemee Mory's mother needle never nice opened path pear-tree peeped plaid aprons play Polo pretty pushed reached replied Robert Louis Stevenson rock Rosabel sang seemed shoes side smiled snow snow-child snow-children snow-girl softly stairs stepped stood stopped strange stream suddenly sweet Sylvie things thought took trees turn voice walked wall whispered Prue wish woman wonder Wray YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
Passatges populars
Pàgina 72 - 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.
Pàgina 217 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.
Pàgina 123 - so full of a number of things I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Pàgina 41 - Then, as I don't like all the trouble I've had, In future I'll try to prevent it; For I never am naughty without being sad, Or good—without being contented.
Pàgina 91 - My dream is of an island place Which distant seas keep lonely ; A little island, on whose face The stars are watchers only. Those bright, still stars ! they need not seem Brighter
Pàgina 86 - There a long line of breakers could we see. That on a yellow sandy beach did fall, And then a belt of grass, and then a wall Of green trees, rising dark against the sky.
Pàgina 178 - A beautiful race were they, with baby brows, And fair bright locks, and voices like the sound Of steps on the crisp snow.
Pàgina 123 - One half of the world does not know how the other half lives.
Pàgina 32 - silver runnel, on a little heap of sand, I saw the green gnome sitting with his cheek upon his hand.
Pàgina 208 - Safe on a snow too far, too high, For scent of dogs or feet of men, The shepherd watched the clouds sail by And dreamed and sang again.