Holiday House: A Series of Tales

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Geo. S. Appleton, 1849 - 318 Seiten
A Victorian tale in which two children seek adventure while under the watchful eye of their nanny. The first children's book to show the amusing side of misconduct.
 

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Seite 93 - I have no pleasure in them; while the sun or the light or the moon or the stars be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain; in the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened...
Seite 65 - The man in the wilderness, Asked me, How many strawberries Grew in the sea? I answered him as I thought good, As many red herrings As grew in the wood.
Seite 116 - There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the whole of her diet, And yet this old woman would never be quiet.
Seite 85 - Sometimes she'd lift the tea-pot lid, To peep at what was in it; Or tilt the kettle, if you did But turn your back a minute. In vain you told her not to touch, Her trick of meddling grew so much. Her grandmamma went out one day, And by mistake she laid Her spectacles and snuff-box gay Too near the little maid ; "Ah! well," thought she, "I'll try them on, As soon as grandmamma is gone.
Seite 244 - And taught a brute the way to safe revenge. i would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense, * Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Seite 9 - ... is better than none ; as the writing of a book, the building of a house, the laying out of a garden, the digging of a fish-pond, — even the raising of a cucumber or a tulip.
Seite 215 - When from the dust of death I rise To claim my mansion in the skies— E'en then, this shall be all my plea: Jesus hath lived, hath died for me.
Seite 4 - Scott's many years ago, to the author herself, that in the rising generation there would be no poets, wits, or orators, because all play of the imagination is now carefully discouraged, and books written for young persons are generally a mere dry record of facts, unenlivened by any appeal to the heart, or any excitement to the fancy.
Seite 23 - Health to wear it, Strength to tear it, And money to buy another." "There is no hope for the last two things, you know, " said the young girl; "for I am sure that the flag that braved a thousand years was not half so strong as your brocade; and as to buying another, there are none to be bought in these degenerate days." The old lady's reply was probably very gracious...
Seite 83 - I'm really remarkably fond of the water." So in this poor ignorant animal flew, But soon found her dear mother's cautions were true ; She splashed and she dashed and she turned herself round, And heartily wished herself safe on the ground. But now 'twas too late to begin to repent, The harder she struggled the deeper she went ; And when every effort she vainly had tried, She slowly sunk down to the bottom and died!

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