The Child Life Fifth Reader, كتاب 5London, 1902 - 375 من الصفحات |
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Etta Blaisdell McDonald, Mary Frances Blaisdell. THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER HAD DISAPPEARED. 339.
Etta Blaisdell McDonald, Mary Frances Blaisdell. THE KING OF THE GOLDEN RIVER HAD DISAPPEARED. 339.
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... King of the Golden River . " 66 Whereupon he turned about and took two more turns some six feet long . After which he again walked up to Gluck and stood still , as if expecting some comment on his communication . Gluck determined to say ...
... King of the Golden River . " 66 Whereupon he turned about and took two more turns some six feet long . After which he again walked up to Gluck and stood still , as if expecting some comment on his communication . Gluck determined to say ...
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... King of what you mortals call the Golden River . The shape you saw me in was owing to the malice of a stronger king , from whose enchantments you have this instant freed me . What I have seen of you , and your conduct to your wicked ...
... King of what you mortals call the Golden River . The shape you saw me in was owing to the malice of a stronger king , from whose enchantments you have this instant freed me . What I have seen of you , and your conduct to your wicked ...
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... King of the Golden River had hardly made this extraordinary exit before Schwartz and Hans came into the house . The discovery of the total loss of their last piece of plate made them so angry that they beat Gluck until they were tired ...
... King of the Golden River had hardly made this extraordinary exit before Schwartz and Hans came into the house . The discovery of the total loss of their last piece of plate made them so angry that they beat Gluck until they were tired ...
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... King of the Golden River ? ” Schwartz gnashed his teeth in rage , and shook the bars with all his strength ; but Hans only laughed at him , and , advising him to make himself comfortable till he came back again , shouldered his basket ...
... King of the Golden River ? ” Schwartz gnashed his teeth in rage , and shook the bars with all his strength ; but Hans only laughed at him , and , advising him to make himself comfortable till he came back again , shouldered his basket ...
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الصفحة 88 - 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 366 - 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 89 - 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 329 - 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 344 - 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 337 - 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 367 - 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 337 - 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.
الصفحة 351 - Rip's heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in his home and friends, and finding himself thus alone in the world. Every answer puzzled him too, by treating of such enormous lapses of time, and of matters which he could not understand : war — congress — Stony Point; — he had no courage to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, " Does nobody here know Rip Van Winkle ? " " Oh, Rip Van Winkle ! " exclaimed two or three, '• Oh, to be sure ! that's Rip Van Winkle yonder,...
الصفحة 33 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.