American Classics for Seventh and Eighth Grade Reading: With Biographical Sketches, Portraits and Suggestions for StudyHoughton Mifflin, 1905 - 437 من الصفحات |
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... side which , in truth , belongs to a henpecked husband . - Rip's sole domestic adherent was his dog Wolf , who was as much henpecked as his master ; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as companions in idleness , and even looked upon Wolf ...
... side which , in truth , belongs to a henpecked husband . - Rip's sole domestic adherent was his dog Wolf , who was as much henpecked as his master ; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as companions in idleness , and even looked upon Wolf ...
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... side he looked down into a deep moun- tain glen , wild , lonely , and shagged , the bottom filled with fragments from the impending cliffs , and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun . some time Rip lay musing on ...
... side he looked down into a deep moun- tain glen , wild , lonely , and shagged , the bottom filled with fragments from the impending cliffs , and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun . some time Rip lay musing on ...
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... side , looking fearfully down into the glen . Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing over him ; he looked ... sides , and bunches at the knees . He bore on his shoulder a stout keg , that seemed full of liquor , and made signs for ...
... side , looking fearfully down into the glen . Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing over him ; he looked ... sides , and bunches at the knees . He bore on his shoulder a stout keg , that seemed full of liquor , and made signs for ...
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... sides , working his toilsome way through thickets of birch , sassafras , and witch - hazel , and sometimes tripped up or entangled by the wild grapevines that twisted their coils or tendrils from tree to tree , and spread a kind of ...
... sides , working his toilsome way through thickets of birch , sassafras , and witch - hazel , and sometimes tripped up or entangled by the wild grapevines that twisted their coils or tendrils from tree to tree , and spread a kind of ...
الصفحة 23
... side he voted ? " Rip started in vacant stupidity . Another short but busy little fellow pulled him by the arm , and , rising on tiptoe , inquired in his ear , " Whether he was Federal or Democrat ? " Rip was equally at a loss to ...
... side he voted ? " Rip started in vacant stupidity . Another short but busy little fellow pulled him by the arm , and , rising on tiptoe , inquired in his ear , " Whether he was Federal or Democrat ? " Rip was equally at a loss to ...
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الصفحة 194 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
الصفحة 362 - All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells!
الصفحة 175 - 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 352 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
الصفحة 159 - 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 357 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
الصفحة 176 - 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.
الصفحة 129 - Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own!
الصفحة 194 - NAUTILUS This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
الصفحة 26 - Rip looked and beheld a precise counterpart of himself as he went up the mountain, apparently as lazy and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name. "God knows," exclaimed he, at his wit's end; "I'm not myself.