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الصفحة 21
... returned glance for glance to my companion , and rested well assured that , whatever enemies I might have , he was not of their number . I asked the woman for my watch , wound it up , and under pretence of wishing to see how the weather ...
... returned glance for glance to my companion , and rested well assured that , whatever enemies I might have , he was not of their number . I asked the woman for my watch , wound it up , and under pretence of wishing to see how the weather ...
الصفحة 23
... returning sun again introduced the vernal season , and caused millions of plants to expand their leaves and blossoms to his genial beams , than the little Humming Bird is seen advancing on fairy wings , carefully visiting every opening ...
... returning sun again introduced the vernal season , and caused millions of plants to expand their leaves and blossoms to his genial beams , than the little Humming Bird is seen advancing on fairy wings , carefully visiting every opening ...
الصفحة 24
... returning hope of the parents , when , after examining the nest , they find their nurslings untouched ! You might then judge how pleasing it is to a mother of another kind , to hear the physician who has attended her sick child assure ...
... returning hope of the parents , when , after examining the nest , they find their nurslings untouched ! You might then judge how pleasing it is to a mother of another kind , to hear the physician who has attended her sick child assure ...
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... returning the fire since the first communication to that effect , eight days before . I had no reason to doubt the ... returned without the gold , and delivered the excuse that the bank had none . Instantly Mr. Randolph's clear silver ...
... returning the fire since the first communication to that effect , eight days before . I had no reason to doubt the ... returned without the gold , and delivered the excuse that the bank had none . Instantly Mr. Randolph's clear silver ...
الصفحة 29
... returned and delivered me a sealed paper , which I was to open if he was killed - give back to him if he was not ; also an open slip , which I was to read before I got to the ground . This slip was a request to feel in his left breeches ...
... returned and delivered me a sealed paper , which I was to open if he was killed - give back to him if he was not ; also an open slip , which I was to read before I got to the ground . This slip was a request to feel in his left breeches ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 300 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
الصفحة 215 - They fought— like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain: They conquered— but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose. Like flowers at set of sun.
الصفحة 60 - Hudson and his crew are at their game of ninepins ; and it is a common wish of all henpecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might have a quieting draught out of Rip Van Winkle's flagon.
الصفحة 100 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well.
الصفحة 299 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
الصفحة 300 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come 22 And make their bed with thee.
الصفحة 57 - A Tory, a Tory! A spy! A refugee! Hustle him! Away with him!" It was with great difficulty that the self-important man in the cocked hat restored order, and having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit what he came there for, and whom he was seeking. The poor man humbly assured him that he meant no harm, but merely came there in search of some of his neighbors, who used to keep about the tavern. "Well, who are they? Name them.
الصفحة 306 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home! When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still: And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore. And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
الصفحة 306 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
الصفحة 300 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings, — yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep, — the dead reign there alone.