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... gives but tears , He giveth his best who aids and cheers . He does well in the forest wild Who slays the monster and saves the child ; But he does better , and merits more , Who drives the wolf from the poor man's door . THE BIRTHDAY OF ...
... gives but tears , He giveth his best who aids and cheers . He does well in the forest wild Who slays the monster and saves the child ; But he does better , and merits more , Who drives the wolf from the poor man's door . THE BIRTHDAY OF ...
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... give the sign ! With his small hands upward lifted , Breezes dallying with his hair , Hark ! with deep , clear intonation , Breaks his young voice on the air . Hush'd the people's swelling murmur , List the boy's strong , joyous cry ...
... give the sign ! With his small hands upward lifted , Breezes dallying with his hair , Hark ! with deep , clear intonation , Breaks his young voice on the air . Hush'd the people's swelling murmur , List the boy's strong , joyous cry ...
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... give you Mr. Scrooge , the Founder of the Feast ! " " The Founder of the Feast indeed ! " cried Mrs Cratchit , reddening . “ I wish I had him here . I'd give him a piece of my mind to feast upon , and I hope he ' have a good appetite ...
... give you Mr. Scrooge , the Founder of the Feast ! " " The Founder of the Feast indeed ! " cried Mrs Cratchit , reddening . “ I wish I had him here . I'd give him a piece of my mind to feast upon , and I hope he ' have a good appetite ...
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... give multi- tudes of precious names to the orator's lips . Children shall grow up under more sacred inspirations whose elder brothers , dying nobly for their country , left a name that honored and inspired all who bore it . Orphan ...
... give multi- tudes of precious names to the orator's lips . Children shall grow up under more sacred inspirations whose elder brothers , dying nobly for their country , left a name that honored and inspired all who bore it . Orphan ...
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... Give me a cup of sack , boy . Ere lead this life long , I'll sew nether - stocks and mend them and foot them too . A plague of all cowards ! Give me a cup of sack , rogue . Is there no virtue extant ? [ He drinks ] . P. HEN . Didst thou ...
... Give me a cup of sack , boy . Ere lead this life long , I'll sew nether - stocks and mend them and foot them too . A plague of all cowards ! Give me a cup of sack , rogue . Is there no virtue extant ? [ He drinks ] . P. HEN . Didst thou ...
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Alice the nurse Bardell bells Biddy Bingen bird bless Bob Cratchit brave bright chamber Charco child Christmas cold coward cried darkness dead dear door dream eyes face father fear feet fire Flag of Washington forest gentlemen grave Gretchen guilders hand happy head hear heard heart heathen Chinee heaven Hiawatha honor Lady Clare land laughed Lenore light look Martha MAUD MULLER Mayor merry mighty Minnehaha morning mother never Nevermore night o'er Osseo Peter Quince Piper play POINS poor Pyramus Pyramus and Thisbe QUIN Quoth the raven raven Rhine Ring roar Robin Starveling rose round Scrooge Scrooge's SHAMUS shine shout smiling SNOUT snow soul speak stars stood street sweet tell thee thing Thisbe thou thought Tiny Tiny Tim Twas voice wigwam wild word young Cratchits
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Page 126 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore : Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore ! " Quoth the Raven,
Page 97 - For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells!
Page 129 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Page 95 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future! - how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Page 27 - If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and farm, For the country folk to be up and to arm.
Page 126 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not...
Page 66 - And shook it forth with a royal will. ' Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag,
Page 111 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 26 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea...
Page 67 - Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, but spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, over the face of the leader came ; the nobler nature within him stirred to life at that woman's deed and word. "Who touches a hair of yon gray head dies like a dog ! March on !