The Child Life Fifth Reader, كتاب 5London, 1902 - 375 من الصفحات |
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... reached the first stile , " I'm very sorry , but it really won't do . I know that ever so many people come through it . We should never be quiet here . " Sandy laughed . He didn't speak , and he didn't get over the stile ; he went ...
... reached the first stile , " I'm very sorry , but it really won't do . I know that ever so many people come through it . We should never be quiet here . " Sandy laughed . He didn't speak , and he didn't get over the stile ; he went ...
الصفحة 58
... reached her , the horse stopped suddenly . " You're my prisoner ! " the knight cried , as he tumbled off his horse . Startled as she was , Alice was more frightened for him than for herself at the moment , and watched him with some ...
... reached her , the horse stopped suddenly . " You're my prisoner ! " the knight cried , as he tumbled off his horse . Startled as she was , Alice was more frightened for him than for herself at the moment , and watched him with some ...
الصفحة 70
... reached the turn , and then she waved her handkerchief to him , and waited until he was out of sight . " I hope it encouraged him , " she said , as she turned to run down the hill ; " and now for the last brook and to be a Queen ! How ...
... reached the turn , and then she waved her handkerchief to him , and waited until he was out of sight . " I hope it encouraged him , " she said , as she turned to run down the hill ; " and now for the last brook and to be a Queen ! How ...
الصفحة 72
... reaching the nearest branch , he seized it with one hand , while he thrust the other into the nearest nest opening ; it was empty . He tried another , with the same result . The third time he was rewarded for his boldness , for , while ...
... reaching the nearest branch , he seized it with one hand , while he thrust the other into the nearest nest opening ; it was empty . He tried another , with the same result . The third time he was rewarded for his boldness , for , while ...
الصفحة 73
... reached some trees quite unknown to us . They were from forty to sixty feet in height , and from the bark , which was cracked in some places , issued balls of thick gum . It was with difficulty that Fritz got one of them off . He tried ...
... reached some trees quite unknown to us . They were from forty to sixty feet in height , and from the bark , which was cracked in some places , issued balls of thick gum . It was with difficulty that Fritz got one of them off . He tried ...
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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.