The American Girl's Home Book of Work and PlayPutnam, 1883 - 417 sider |
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The American Girl's Home Book of Work and Play Helen Campbell Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2008 |
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Populære avsnitt
Side 119 - Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves is as true of personal habits as of money.
Side 111 - I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter ! — oh my daughter...
Side 421 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Side 110 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. 'His horsemen hard behind us ride — Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?
Side 424 - A Book for Boys, containing Directions for the use of all kinds of Tools, and for the construction of Steam Engines and Mechanical Models, including the Art of Turning in Wood and Metal.
Side 111 - By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. " O haste thee, haste! " the lady cries, ' ' Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Side 111 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh!
Side 103 - My father urged me sair: my mother didna speak; But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break...
Side 144 - Loud skirled a' the lasses ; But her tap-pickle maist was lost, When kuittlin' in the fause-house Wi' him that night. The auld guidwife's weel-hoordit nits Are round and round divided ; And mony lads' and lasses' fates Are there that night decided : Some kindle couthie, side by side, And burn thegither trimly ; Some start awa' wi' saucy pride, And jump out-owre the chimlie Fu
Side 47 - I SAW a peacock with a fiery tail, I saw a blazing comet...