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... cried vivaciously . As was his habit when a stranger supped with him , he made the man sit on his right . Mademoiselle Baptistine took her seat at his left . 5 The bishop asked a blessing and then helped the soup himself according to ...
... cried vivaciously . As was his habit when a stranger supped with him , he made the man sit on his right . Mademoiselle Baptistine took her seat at his left . 5 The bishop asked a blessing and then helped the soup himself according to ...
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... cried Tom , " or the fisherman will catch you ! " And that was true , for Tom felt some one above beginning to haul up the pot . But the lobster would not let go . 5 Tom saw the fisherman haul him up to the boatside , and thought it was ...
... cried Tom , " or the fisherman will catch you ! " And that was true , for Tom felt some one above beginning to haul up the pot . But the lobster would not let go . 5 Tom saw the fisherman haul him up to the boatside , and thought it was ...
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... cried too . And there was the dinner ; and she was so hungry . It was very bitter . 5 But Tom was not altogether hard . He was not inclined to cry , and did not feel that Maggie's grief spoiled his 10 prospect of the sweets ; but he ...
... cried too . And there was the dinner ; and she was so hungry . It was very bitter . 5 But Tom was not altogether hard . He was not inclined to cry , and did not feel that Maggie's grief spoiled his 10 prospect of the sweets ; but he ...
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... cries . What was I to do ? 5 Although Zerbino was guilty and through his fault we were placed in a terrible situation , I could not make up my mind to abandon him . What would my master say if I did not bring back his three dogs ? And ...
... cries . What was I to do ? 5 Although Zerbino was guilty and through his fault we were placed in a terrible situation , I could not make up my mind to abandon him . What would my master say if I did not bring back his three dogs ? And ...
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... cried , " Bravo ! " Recovering from my surprise , for this apparition was not in the least terrifying , I took off my hat to thank the one who had applauded me . " Do you play for your own amusement ? " asked the lady . 66 " I do it to ...
... cried , " Bravo ! " Recovering from my surprise , for this apparition was not in the least terrifying , I took off my hat to thank the one who had applauded me . " Do you play for your own amusement ? " asked the lady . 66 " I do it to ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alhambra Arcady ARTHUR O'SHAUGHNESSY asked beautiful began bishop Boabdil boat Boffin bread Cheviot child clothes cold cried dear dogs door dreams English eyes fish FRANÇOIS COPPÉE garden Governor Manco Granada hand head heard heart HENRY hill horse hour Irving JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL John JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Joli-Coeur KATHARINE LEE BATES land laugh light little girl live lobster look Madame Magloire Maggie mamma meerschaum Mooka mother mountain never night Noel Old Castile OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES once Percy play poet rain READER rock round RUDYARD KIPLING sail sand SARAH ORNE JEWETT seemed ship shore side sleep snow image soldier song steed stood storm story strange sweet tell thee things tone took tree turned Violet and Peony voice warm watch Wegg wild WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY wind woods word
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Seite 201 - When did music come this way? Children dear, was it yesterday? •Children dear, was it yesterday (Call yet once) that she went away? Once she sate with you and me, On a red gold throne in the heart of the sea, And the youngest sate on her knee. She combed its bright hair, and she tended it well, When down swung the sound of a far-off bell.
Seite 235 - Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings, Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from Heaven with a. dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea...
Seite 138 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Seite 200 - Margaret ! Margaret ! Come dear children, come away down. Call no more. One last look at the white-walled town, And the little grey church on the windy shore, Then come down. She will not come though you call all day. Come away, come away. Children dear, was it yesterday...
Seite 193 - T is enough for us now that the leaves are green ; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...
Seite 201 - I must go, for my kinsfolk pray In the little gray church on the shore to-day. 'Twill be Easter-time in the world — ah me ! And I lose my poor soul, Merman ! here with thee...
Seite 235 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Seite 137 - The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company.
Seite 193 - How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell, We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing. The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near. That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing. That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by...
Seite 234 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.