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... lived under the drain . " Have you a passport ? " said the Rat . your passport . " " Give me But the tin soldier kept silence and held his mus- ket tighter than ever . The boat went on , but the Rat came after it . Hu ! how he gnashed ...
... lived under the drain . " Have you a passport ? " said the Rat . your passport . " " Give me But the tin soldier kept silence and held his mus- ket tighter than ever . The boat went on , but the Rat came after it . Hu ! how he gnashed ...
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... lived ? In a coal - cellar . Now a coal - cellar may seem a curious place to choose for a home ; but then a Brownie is a curious creature . He is a fairy , and yet not one of that sort of fairies who fly about and dance in the moonlight ...
... lived ? In a coal - cellar . Now a coal - cellar may seem a curious place to choose for a home ; but then a Brownie is a curious creature . He is a fairy , and yet not one of that sort of fairies who fly about and dance in the moonlight ...
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... lived there , nobody knew either , nor what he ate . But ever since the family could re- member , there had always been a bowl of milk put be- hind the coal - cellar door for the Brownie's supper . Perhaps he drank it , and perhaps he ...
... lived there , nobody knew either , nor what he ate . But ever since the family could re- member , there had always been a bowl of milk put be- hind the coal - cellar door for the Brownie's supper . Perhaps he drank it , and perhaps he ...
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... lived in a coal - cellar ; but really he liked tidiness and always played his pranks upon disorderly or untidy people . " Whew ! " said he , " here's a chance . What a sup- per I shall get now ! " He jumped up on a chair and then to the ...
... lived in a coal - cellar ; but really he liked tidiness and always played his pranks upon disorderly or untidy people . " Whew ! " said he , " here's a chance . What a sup- per I shall get now ! " He jumped up on a chair and then to the ...
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... lived in a coal - cellar , and his feet were black with run- ning about in coal dust . So wherever he trod , he left his footprint , until at last the whole tablecloth was covered with black marks . He did not mind this in the least ...
... lived in a coal - cellar , and his feet were black with run- ning about in coal dust . So wherever he trod , he left his footprint , until at last the whole tablecloth was covered with black marks . He did not mind this in the least ...
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Popular passages
Page 298 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow . To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Page 110 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 109 - And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er. When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 240 - From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 300 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me as I travel, With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along and flow To join the brimming river, For nun may come, and men may go, But I go on forever.
Page 284 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 26 - Up the airy mountain Down the rushy glen, We daren't go a-hunting, For fear of little men; Wee folk, good folk, Trooping all together; Green jacket, red cap, And white owl's feather!
Page 302 - So Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the father, with at least three feet of comforter exclusive of the fringe, hanging down before him; and his thread-bare clothes darned up and brushed, to look seasonable; and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. Alas for Tiny Tim, he bore a little crutch, and had his limbs supported by an iron frame! "Why, where's our Martha?" cried Bob Cratchit looking round "Not coming,
Page 267 - Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
Page 301 - Then up rose Mrs. Cratchit, Cratchit's wife, dressed out but poorly in a twice-turned gown, but brave in ribbons, which are cheap and make a goodly show for sixpence ; and she laid the cloth, assisted by Belinda Cratchit, second of her daughters, also brave in ribbons ; while Master Peter Cratchit plunged a fork into the saucepan of potatoes, and, getting the corners of his monstrous...