When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that ...was the beginning of fairies. And now when every new baby is born its first laugh becomes a fairy. So there ought to be one fairy for every boy or girl.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
How easily and cleverly do I write just now! I am really pleased with myself; words come skipping to me like lambs upon Moffat Hil...l; and I turn my periods smoothly and imperceptibly like a skilful wheelwright turning tops in a turning-loom. There's fancy! There's simile!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Out came the children running. All the little boys and girls,... With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is only one way to read, which is to browse in libraries and bookshops, picking up books that attract you, reading only thos...e, dropping them when they bore you, skipping the parts that drag--and never, never reading anything because you feel you ought, or because it is part of a trend or a movement. Remember that the book which bores you when you are twenty or thirty will open doors for you when you are forty or fifty--and vice versa. Don't read a book out of its right time for you.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
O mud For watermelons gutted to the crust,... Mud for the mole-tide harbor, mud for mouse, Mud for the armored Diesel fishing tubs that thud A year and a day to wind and tide; the dust Is on this skipping heart that shakes my house,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The skipping King, he ambled up and down, With shallow jesters and rash bavin wits,... Soon kindled and soon burnt, carded his state, Mingled his royalty with cap'ring fools.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Here was a little of everything in a small compass to satisfy the wants and the ambition of the woods,... but there seemed to me, ...as usual, a preponderance of children's toys,--dogs to bark, and cats to mew, and trumpets to blow, where natives there hardly are yet. As if a child born into the Maine woods, among the pine cones and cedar berries, could not do without such a sugar-man or skipping-jack as the young Rothschild has.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What a hero Tom was become now! He did not go skipping and prancing, but moved with a dignified swagger as became a pirate who fel...t that the public eye was on him.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »