Відгуки відвідувачів - Написати рецензію
Не знайдено жодних рецензій.
Інші видання - Показати все
Catalogue of Books in the Children's Department of the Carnegie ..., Том 2
Попередній перегляд недоступний - 1920
Abbott adventures ages Amer American American history animals Arnold authors battle Beard birds Black Bolton Boy travellers boys Brooks Brown Butterworth Carpenter Century Charles Child's Children's stories Christmas Church colored Contains discovery Dutton Edward electricity England English Europe explorers fairy famous field flowers Four France French friends geographical readers George girls golden Greek Hale Harper Henry Henty Heroes Houghton illustrations Indian industry insects inventions islands Italy James John Johonnot King knights Knox land legends literature Little journey Lives Lothrop Macmillan Mary Miller Morris Mother nature neighbors North Partial contents persons places plants play Plutarch poems Pratt pseud queen reader Richard Robert Robin Hood romance round Scott Scribner Short Smith songs South story book Strange tale tells things Thomas told travellers True verses Walter West White wild wonderful Wright Young folks Zigzag journeys
Сторінка 212 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Сторінка 211 - This was the noblest Roman of them all : All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar ; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, " This was a man !
Сторінка 210 - They say he is already in the forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
Сторінка 121 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown...
Сторінка 87 - Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe, — Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Сторінка 156 - Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town ? ' Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Сторінка 205 - I tell thee thou'rt defied! And if thou saidst I am not peer To any lord in Scotland here, Lowland or Highland, far or near, Lord Angus, thou hast lied!
Сторінка 151 - Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient, Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion, List to the mournful tradition, still sung by the pines of the forest; List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy.
Сторінка 211 - And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,* Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge, Cry — God for Harry ! England ! and Saint George ! [Exeunt . Alarum, and Chambers go off.
Сторінка 62 - It perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine." " God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fiends, that plague thee thus ! — Why look'st thou so ? " — " With my cross-bow I shot the ALBATROSS.