The New Century Fourth Reader: Selected and Adapted from the World's Standard LiteratureRand, McNally, 1899 - 304 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 17
... took a long look , rose up and shook his head , went to the other side of the hole and took another look from that side ; shook his head again . No use . " So after thinking awhile he says : " I reckon it's all right . I'll try it ...
... took a long look , rose up and shook his head , went to the other side of the hole and took another look from that side ; shook his head again . No use . " So after thinking awhile he says : " I reckon it's all right . I'll try it ...
الصفحة 19
... took a look , the fun of the thing struck him , and how he did laugh ! And for an hour after they roosted on the housetop and trees and laughed like human beings . " It isn't any use to tell me a blue jay hasn't any fun in him . I know ...
... took a look , the fun of the thing struck him , and how he did laugh ! And for an hour after they roosted on the housetop and trees and laughed like human beings . " It isn't any use to tell me a blue jay hasn't any fun in him . I know ...
الصفحة 26
... took care of her and brought her up to be industrious and pious . The maiden earned enough by spinning to support herself and the old woman . When the girl was in her fifteenth year , the old woman fell sick , and one day called her to ...
... took care of her and brought her up to be industrious and pious . The maiden earned enough by spinning to support herself and the old woman . When the girl was in her fifteenth year , the old woman fell sick , and one day called her to ...
الصفحة 29
... took up her shuttle , seated herself , and commenced weaving . The spindle , meanwhile , kept on its way , and just as the thread came to an end , it overtook the prince . " What do I see ? " he cried . " The thread behind this spindle ...
... took up her shuttle , seated herself , and commenced weaving . The spindle , meanwhile , kept on its way , and just as the thread came to an end , it overtook the prince . " What do I see ? " he cried . " The thread behind this spindle ...
الصفحة 37
... took a key from his girdle , unlocked the chest , and lifted its ponderous lid . Behold , it was full to the brim of bright pine - tree shillings , fresh from the mint ; and Samuel Sewell began to think that his father - in - law had ...
... took a key from his girdle , unlocked the chest , and lifted its ponderous lid . Behold , it was full to the brim of bright pine - tree shillings , fresh from the mint ; and Samuel Sewell began to think that his father - in - law had ...
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الصفحة 25 - 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. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee; A poet could not but...
الصفحة 208 - Methinks I hear some of you say, Must a Man afford himself no Leisure ? I will tell thee, my friend, what Poor Richard says, Employ thy Time well, if thou meanest to gain Leisure; and, since thou art not sure of a Minute, throw not away an hour.
الصفحة 133 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
الصفحة 225 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
الصفحة 205 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy : You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well...
الصفحة 217 - Tory! a Tory! a spy! a refugee! hustle him! away with him!" It was with great difficulty that the selfimportant 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 117 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
الصفحة 217 - That's Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against the tree." 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!
الصفحة 226 - Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
الصفحة 218 - I am your father !" cried he. "Young Rip Van Winkle once — old Rip Van Winkle now ! Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle?" All stood amazed, until an old woman, tottering out from among the crowd, put her hand to her brow, and peering under it in his face for a moment, exclaimed : "Sure enough ! It is Rip Van Winkle — it is himself. Welcome home again, old neighbor. Why, where have you been these twenty long years?