Literature Reader, المجلد 7California state printing office, 1916 |
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الصفحة 18
... turned up , as if watching the weather , some with their heads under their wings , or buried in their bosoms , and others , swelling , and cooing , and bowing about their dames , were enjoying the sunshine on the roof . Sleek unwieldly ...
... turned up , as if watching the weather , some with their heads under their wings , or buried in their bosoms , and others , swelling , and cooing , and bowing about their dames , were enjoying the sunshine on the roof . Sleek unwieldly ...
الصفحة 19
... turned into cash , and the money invested in immense tracts of wild land , and shingle palaces in the wilderness . Nay , his busy fancy already realized his hopes , and presented to him . the blooming Katrina , with a whole family of ...
... turned into cash , and the money invested in immense tracts of wild land , and shingle palaces in the wilderness . Nay , his busy fancy already realized his hopes , and presented to him . the blooming Katrina , with a whole family of ...
الصفحة 24
... turned everything topsy - turvy , so that the poor schoolmaster began to think that all the witches in the country held their meetings there . But what was still more annoying , Brom took all opportunities of turning him into ridicule ...
... turned everything topsy - turvy , so that the poor schoolmaster began to think that all the witches in the country held their meetings there . But what was still more annoying , Brom took all opportunities of turning him into ridicule ...
الصفحة 25
... were overturned , benches thrown down , and the whole school was turned loose an hour before the usual time , bursting forth like a legion of young imps , yelping and racketing about the green in THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW 25.
... were overturned , benches thrown down , and the whole school was turned loose an hour before the usual time , bursting forth like a legion of young imps , yelping and racketing about the green in THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW 25.
الصفحة 28
... turning up their fair round sides to the sun , and giving ample prospects of the most luxurious of pies ; and anon he passed the fragrant buckwheat fields , breathing the odor of the beehive , and , as he beheld them , soft ...
... turning up their fair round sides to the sun , and giving ample prospects of the most luxurious of pies ; and anon he passed the fragrant buckwheat fields , breathing the odor of the beehive , and , as he beheld them , soft ...
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الصفحة 362 - Ye have heard that it hath been said, An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth: But I say unto you, That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also. And if any man will sue thee at the law, and take away thy coat, let him have thy cloak also. And whosoever shall compel thee to go a mile, go with him twain.
الصفحة 101 - Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone ; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.
الصفحة 101 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace! peace!
الصفحة 97 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ! And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 71 - 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 65 - Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw, Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too, Steel of the finest, bright and blue; Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide; Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way he "put her through.
الصفحة 70 - The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom; And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
الصفحة 97 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
الصفحة 101 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak, unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house?
الصفحة 333 - Nicholas Vedder?" There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.