The Boy's Own Annual, Band 1Boy's Own Paper, 1879 |
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... tell , at all events , Fenwick ? " " No , Jim ; I'll not tell . But I'll have nothing to do with it . It's not canny meddling with bogles , I tell you . " " And you used to be as fond of a bit of fun as any fellow in the town , " said ...
... tell , at all events , Fenwick ? " " No , Jim ; I'll not tell . But I'll have nothing to do with it . It's not canny meddling with bogles , I tell you . " " And you used to be as fond of a bit of fun as any fellow in the town , " said ...
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... tell me how did you get on board this craft ? " he inquired . " I swam off , of course , seized with a fit of patriotism , and determined to fight for the honour and glory of Old England , " was the answer . It cannot , however , be ...
... tell me how did you get on board this craft ? " he inquired . " I swam off , of course , seized with a fit of patriotism , and determined to fight for the honour and glory of Old England , " was the answer . It cannot , however , be ...
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... tell you what it is , if you don't give your birds a comfortable home , you can't expect them to stay with you . Courier pigeons go out and about so much that their tastes get cultivated- they're quite fastidious in their way , I can ...
... tell you what it is , if you don't give your birds a comfortable home , you can't expect them to stay with you . Courier pigeons go out and about so much that their tastes get cultivated- they're quite fastidious in their way , I can ...
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... Tell Bessie I don't forget her , But every Saturday night , When we're talking of home in the twilight , Or our lamps are all alight , And I'm ask'd to tell the lass I love , I name sweet Bessie Green . " ( O father , to think of his ...
... Tell Bessie I don't forget her , But every Saturday night , When we're talking of home in the twilight , Or our lamps are all alight , And I'm ask'd to tell the lass I love , I name sweet Bessie Green . " ( O father , to think of his ...
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... Tell us all you know , this moment , sir , or we'll make you ! " roared Greene , and the child was visibly agitated . 66 Don't ! " cried some of the fellows . " Let him alone , and he will tell us , won't you , Johnny ? " But Greene ...
... Tell us all you know , this moment , sir , or we'll make you ! " roared Greene , and the child was visibly agitated . 66 Don't ! " cried some of the fellows . " Let him alone , and he will tell us , won't you , Johnny ? " But Greene ...
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Seite 104 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
Seite 143 - for Aix is in sight! "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Seite 88 - Behold him rushing forth from the flags and reeds. His enormous body swells. His plaited tail brandished high, floats upon the lake. The waters like a cataract descend from his opening jaws. Clouds of smoke issue from his dilated nostrils. The earth trembles with his thunder. When immediately from the opposite coast of the lagoon, emerges from the deep his rival champion. They suddenly dart upon each other. The boiling surface of the lake marks their rapid course, and a terrific conflict commences.
Seite 188 - Her aged hand on his strong young arm She placed, and so, without hurt or harm. He guided the trembling feet along, Proud that his own were firm and strong. Then back again to his friends he went, His young heart happy and well content. " She's somebody's mother, boys, you know, For all she's aged...
Seite 104 - ETHEREAL minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
Seite 338 - THOU art the Way : — to thee alone From sin and death we flee ; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by thee.
Seite 109 - I stood at his head and held it firm under my arm, one negro supported the belly, and the other the tail. In this order we began to move slowly towards home, and reached it after resting ten times; for the snake was too heavy for us to support him without stopping to recruit our strength. "As we proceeded onwards with him, he fought hard for freedom, but it was all in vain.
Seite 338 - Thou art the Life :— the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm ; And those who put their trust in thee Nor death nor hell shall harm.
Seite 249 - I had lost somehow or other, left threepence in my pocket. With this for my whole fortune, I was trudging through Richmond in my blue smockfrock, and my red garters tied under my knees, when, staring about me, my eye fell upon a little book in a bookseller's window, on the outside of which was written
Seite 34 - Thle\v-ee-choh, which, after a violent and tortuous course of five hundred and thirty geographical miles, running- through an iron-ribbed country without a single tree on the whole line of its banks, expanding into fine large lakes with clear horizons, most embarrassing to the navigator, and broken into falls, cascades, and rapids, to the number of no less than eighty-three in the whole, pours its waters into the Polar Sea in latitude 67° 11' 00" N., and longitude 94° 30' 0