The Child Life Fifth Reader, كتاب 5London, 1902 - 375 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 15
... hour such as he was when he worked in his parents ' house , and they bowed themselves before that miracle that the good God had seen fit to work , to reward the faith and charity of a child . - Translated from the French of FRANÇOIS ...
... hour such as he was when he worked in his parents ' house , and they bowed themselves before that miracle that the good God had seen fit to work , to reward the faith and charity of a child . - Translated from the French of FRANÇOIS ...
الصفحة 46
... hour's repose recruited his hardy frame , and with the indomitable spirit of greed he resumed his journey to the source of the Golden River . His way lay straight up a ridge of bare rocks , without a blade of grass to relieve the foot ...
... hour's repose recruited his hardy frame , and with the indomitable spirit of greed he resumed his journey to the source of the Golden River . His way lay straight up a ridge of bare rocks , without a blade of grass to relieve the foot ...
الصفحة 47
... hour passed , and again he looked down to the flask at his side ; it was half empty , but there was much more than three drops in it . He stopped to open it , and again as he did so , something moved in the path before him . It was a ...
... hour passed , and again he looked down to the flask at his side ; it was half empty , but there was much more than three drops in it . He stopped to open it , and again as he did so , something moved in the path before him . It was a ...
الصفحة 50
... black cloud rising out of the west ; and when he had climbed for another hour the thirst overcame him again , and he would have drunk . Then he saw the old man lying before him on the path , and he heard him cry out for water . " 50 3.
... black cloud rising out of the west ; and when he had climbed for another hour the thirst overcame him again , and he would have drunk . Then he saw the old man lying before him on the path , and he heard him cry out for water . " 50 3.
الصفحة 51
... hour . Again his thirst returned , and as he lifted his flask to his lips he thought he saw his brother Hans lying exhausted on the path before him . As he gazed the figure stretched his arms to him and cried for water . " Ah , ah ...
... hour . Again his thirst returned , and as he lifted his flask to his lips he thought he saw his brother Hans lying exhausted on the path before him . As he gazed the figure stretched his arms to him and cried for water . " Ah , ah ...
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الصفحة 82 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
الصفحة 86 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
الصفحة 364 - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou see'st — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) — To the island-valley of Avilion ; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly ; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
الصفحة 87 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea...
الصفحة 327 - Once more he stept into the street, And to his lips again Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane; And ere he blew three notes (such sweet Soft notes as yet musician's cunning Never gave the enraptured air) There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering.
الصفحة 135 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
الصفحة 342 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes. It was a bright, sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip. "I have not slept here all night.
الصفحة 335 - Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals of foolish, well-oiled dispositions who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound. If left to...
الصفحة 365 - And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea. Where I will heal me of my grievous wound." So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away. But when that moan had past for evermore, The stillness of...
الصفحة 335 - Morning, noon, and night her tongue was incessantly going, and everything he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence. Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind, and that, by frequent use, had grown into a habit. He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, but said nothing.