Choice Literature ... for Intermediate Grades, كتاب 2Sheldon and Company, 1898 |
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... SLEEPY HOLLOW . THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS James Russell Lowell 2 THE FIRST SNOW FALL . PAN IN WALL STREET THE MYSTIC WEAVER CHILD TIRED OF PLAY INDEPENDENCE BELL THE WHISTLE THE WAY TO WEALTH THE LADY OF THE LAKE LOCHINVAR • THE ...
... SLEEPY HOLLOW . THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS James Russell Lowell 2 THE FIRST SNOW FALL . PAN IN WALL STREET THE MYSTIC WEAVER CHILD TIRED OF PLAY INDEPENDENCE BELL THE WHISTLE THE WAY TO WEALTH THE LADY OF THE LAKE LOCHINVAR • THE ...
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... Sleepy Hollow . KINGSLEY , CHARLES The Three Fishers . Eyes and No Eyes . LONGFELLOW , HENRY W. Epimetheus . Excelsior . The Bridge . The Reaper and the Flowers . A Psalm of Life . The Builders . Haunted Houses . Resignation . The ...
... Sleepy Hollow . KINGSLEY , CHARLES The Three Fishers . Eyes and No Eyes . LONGFELLOW , HENRY W. Epimetheus . Excelsior . The Bridge . The Reaper and the Flowers . A Psalm of Life . The Builders . Haunted Houses . Resignation . The ...
الصفحة 175
... SLEEPY HOLLOW WASHINGTON IRVING Found among the papers of the late Diedrick Knickerbocker " A pleasing land of drowsy head it was , Of dreams that wave before the half - shut eye ; And of gay ... SLEEPY HOLLOW 175 THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW.
... SLEEPY HOLLOW WASHINGTON IRVING Found among the papers of the late Diedrick Knickerbocker " A pleasing land of drowsy head it was , Of dreams that wave before the half - shut eye ; And of gay ... SLEEPY HOLLOW 175 THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW.
الصفحة 176
... Sleepy Hollow , and its rustic lads are called the Sleepy Hollow Boys throughout all the neighboring country . A drowsy , dreamy influence seems to hang over the land , and to pervade the very atmos- phere . Some say that the place was ...
... Sleepy Hollow , and its rustic lads are called the Sleepy Hollow Boys throughout all the neighboring country . A drowsy , dreamy influence seems to hang over the land , and to pervade the very atmos- phere . Some say that the place was ...
الصفحة 177
... who have been careful in collect- ing and collating the floating facts concerning this specter , allege that the body of the trooper having been buried in N the churchyard , the ghost rides forth to the scene THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW ...
... who have been careful in collect- ing and collating the floating facts concerning this specter , allege that the body of the trooper having been buried in N the churchyard , the ghost rides forth to the scene THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW ...
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Alhambra Arabian horse arms Arthur Baltus Van Tassel Barnstable began blue Boabdil born boys breath bridge Brom Bones CHARLES MACKAY CHOICE LITERATURE cockswain cried dark Deerslayer Doctor door East Edmund Clarence Stedman eyes face father feet fellow fire flames foot gazed Governor Manco Granada hand haunted head hear heard heart heaven HENRY W hill horse hounds Ichabod Ichabod Crane JAMES FENIMORE COOPER JULIA WARD Katydid keeper Lenape light Lochinvar LONGFELLOW looked master Middleton mountain never night o'er Old Castile passed pilot poems Poor Richard says Prairie PUPIL round Rugby SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH Schoolhouse scud seemed shouted side sing sleep Sleepy Hollow soldier sound stand steed stood story stranger Tadpole tell thee things thou thought trapper tree turned voice warrior weaver whistle wild wind young Brooke
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الصفحة 83 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies ; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
الصفحة 87 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
الصفحة 252 - My native country, thee, land of the noble free, Thy name I love: I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills like that above.
الصفحة 242 - He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none : But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
الصفحة 234 - Key is always bright, as Poor Richard says. But dost thou love Life, then do not squander Time, for that's the Stuff Life is made of, as Poor Richard says. How much more than is necessary do we spend in Sleep ! forgetting that The sleeping Fox catches no Poultry, and that there will be sleeping enough in the Grave, as Poor Richard says.
الصفحة 241 - E'en the slight hare-bell raised its head, Elastic from her airy tread : What though upon her speech there hung The accents of the mountain tongue, Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear, The listener held his breath to hear.
الصفحة 243 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
الصفحة 217 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
الصفحة 234 - Methinks I hear some of you say, Must a Man afford himself no Leisure? I will tell thee, my friend, what Poor Richard says, Employ thy Time well, if thou meanest to gain Leisure; and, since thou art not sure of a Minute, throw not away an Hour.
الصفحة 243 - I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.