A Modern Reader and SpeakerGeorge Riddle H.S. Stone, 1902 - 629 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 20
... Father , " answered he , " I have had a pain in my tooth the last fortnight ; the northerly wind does it no good to ... father kindly , " Open thy mouth , lad ! give me the twine : back thy head , -back it , I tell thee , over the chair ...
... Father , " answered he , " I have had a pain in my tooth the last fortnight ; the northerly wind does it no good to ... father kindly , " Open thy mouth , lad ! give me the twine : back thy head , -back it , I tell thee , over the chair ...
الصفحة 45
... Father God , and then speak it forth to the world . Thousands of others have been to the original source , but have not told the rest of us about it . But the great majority of men are turned aside by the sirens of wealth , or some ...
... Father God , and then speak it forth to the world . Thousands of others have been to the original source , but have not told the rest of us about it . But the great majority of men are turned aside by the sirens of wealth , or some ...
الصفحة 54
... father . 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 ...
... father . 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 ...
الصفحة 62
... name of the child , the air of the mother , the tone of her voice , all awakened a train of recollections in his mind . " What is your name , my good woman ? " asked he . " Judith Gardenier . " " And your father's name 62 RIP VAN WINKLE.
... name of the child , the air of the mother , the tone of her voice , all awakened a train of recollections in his mind . " What is your name , my good woman ? " asked he . " Judith Gardenier . " " And your father's name 62 RIP VAN WINKLE.
الصفحة 63
George Riddle. " Judith Gardenier . " " And your father's name ? " " Ah , poor man , his name was Rip Van Winkle ; it's ... father ! " cried he " Young Rip Van Winkle once - old Rip Van Winkle now ! Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle ...
George Riddle. " Judith Gardenier . " " And your father's name ? " " Ah , poor man , his name was Rip Van Winkle ; it's ... father ! " cried he " Young Rip Van Winkle once - old Rip Van Winkle now ! Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle ...
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الصفحة 623 - O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
الصفحة 295 - Both read the same Bible and pray to the same God, and each invokes his aid against the other. It may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just God's assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men's faces ; but let us judge not, that we be not judged.
الصفحة 585 - customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favorite tree : Another came, nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood, was he; "The next, with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
الصفحة 583 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command. The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
الصفحة 341 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee: I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat -oppressed brain?
الصفحة 622 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
الصفحة 584 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?
الصفحة 295 - Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the...
الصفحة 582 - Await alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise. Where, through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of Death...
الصفحة 56 - On nearer approach he was still more surprised at the singularity of the stranger's appearance. He was a short, square-built old fellow, with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard.