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Términos y frases comunes
adventure America Andrew Carnegie Anzia Yezierska Arctic beautiful birds buccaneers Cahusac Cape Columbia Cape Sheridan Captain Blood Century color Composition subjects Compton's Pictured Encyclopædia Cossack dark dogs Dutch Edward Bok EDWARD ROWLAND SILL English eyes face father feet fire Further reading girl hand head heart Hermia horses Houghton hundred King knew Lady land laughed learned light live look Lord Lysander Macmillan Maracaybo Mary Antin Mary Bowman miles morning mother Nagapate National Geographic Magazine never night Peary play poem Pokahontas Pole Procedures Puck reach Read to find Richard Watson Gilder round scenes seemed Select ship side sledge sleep snow stood story Suvla Bay tell Theseus things thou thought told trees village wall wind winter Wolverstone words young
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Página 261 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing. Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill...
Página 220 - IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too...
Página 220 - If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you give your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools.
Página 469 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream : it shall be called Bottom's Dream...
Página 469 - I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, — past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream.
Página 471 - Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination ; That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy ; Or, in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear ! Hip.
Página 402 - HAVE you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, And then, of a sudden, it— ah, but stay, I'll tell you what happened without delay, Scaring the parson into fits, Frightening people out of their wits,— Have you ever heard of that, I say? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five. Georgius Secundus was then alive,— Snuffy old drone from the German hive!
Página 184 - We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final restingplace of those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our power to add or detract.
Página 402 - Saw the earth open and gulp her down, And Braddock's army was done so brown, Left without a scalp to its crown.
Página 238 - The house-dog on his paws outspread Laid to the fire his drowsy head, The cat's dark silhouette on the wall A couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons...