Heath Readers: Primer [-sixth] Reader, كتاب 5D.C. Heath & Company, 1903 |
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الصفحة 15
... looked out and slyly dropped at his feet a choice sweetmeat , in return for which he climbed the lattice and stuck a rose through the slats . That night when he went to see his mother , who lived on an island in the river , he told her ...
... looked out and slyly dropped at his feet a choice sweetmeat , in return for which he climbed the lattice and stuck a rose through the slats . That night when he went to see his mother , who lived on an island in the river , he told her ...
الصفحة 23
... , while from the white peaks of the mountain the snow - blasts swept down the glen , cutting and chilling , till a horror fell on Theseus as he looked round at that doleful place . He said at last , " Your AN UNCOMFORTABLE BED 23.
... , while from the white peaks of the mountain the snow - blasts swept down the glen , cutting and chilling , till a horror fell on Theseus as he looked round at that doleful place . He said at last , " Your AN UNCOMFORTABLE BED 23.
الصفحة 24
... looked back , and Theseus also . Far below , along the road which they had left , came a string of laden beasts , and merchants walking by them . " Ah , poor souls ! " said the stranger . " Well for them that I looked back and saw them ...
... looked back , and Theseus also . Far below , along the road which they had left , came a string of laden beasts , and merchants walking by them . " Ah , poor souls ! " said the stranger . " Well for them that I looked back and saw them ...
الصفحة 34
... looked up , and saw that her arithmetic and her grammar were wide open , and that a num- ber of little people had crept out of the leaves , and were trying to pull off the brown paper covers , which Beryl had stitched on so carefully ...
... looked up , and saw that her arithmetic and her grammar were wide open , and that a num- ber of little people had crept out of the leaves , and were trying to pull off the brown paper covers , which Beryl had stitched on so carefully ...
الصفحة 70
... looked at him , Shot his shining quills , like arrows , Saying , with a drowsy murmur , Through the tangle of his whiskers , " Take my quills , O Hiawatha ! " From the ground the quills he gathered , All the little shining arrows ...
... looked at him , Shot his shining quills , like arrows , Saying , with a drowsy murmur , Through the tangle of his whiskers , " Take my quills , O Hiawatha ! " From the ground the quills he gathered , All the little shining arrows ...
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answered Antonio apple tree arrow asked ball barefoot boy Bartle Massey Bassanio began Beryl Bowdoin College brought called Christmas cobbler court cried dear door England eyes fairy father fell fellow fire Ghost goal Gratiano ground hand Harry Tudor head heart Heidegger Hiawatha Hubert Jefferson JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King knew land laugh lived Locksley Longfellow looked Marley merry MICHAEL DRAYTON morning mountain Nerissa never night old Brooke play players-up poems poet poor Portia President Prince John raft replied Rip Van Winkle Robin Hood sail schoolhouse Scrooge Scrooge's shore shot Shylock side sing songs soon stood story strong tell thee Theseus things THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON thou thought took walked Whittier wife WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Winkle writing yellow water-lily yeoman
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الصفحة 325 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
الصفحة 257 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
الصفحة 142 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
الصفحة 213 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. O solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
الصفحة 270 - On entering the amphitheatre, new objects of wonder presented themselves. On a level spot in the centre was a company of odd-looking personages playing at nine-pins. They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion; some wore short doublets, others jerkins, with long knives in their belts, and most of them had enormous breeches, of similar style with that of the guide's.
الصفحة 239 - Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
الصفحة 158 - Where the wood-grape's clusters shine; Of the black wasp's cunning way, Mason of his walls of clay, And the architectural plans Of gray hornet artisans! — For, eschewing books and tasks, Nature answers all he asks; Hand in hand with her he walks, Face to face with her he talks, Part and parcel of her joy, — Blessings on the barefoot boy!
الصفحة 265 - 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 starve on a penny than work for a pound.
الصفحة 184 - Now there was, not far from the place where they lay, a castle, called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair, and it was in his grounds they now were sleeping ; wherefore he, getting up in the morning early, and walking up and down in his fields, caught Christian and Hopeful asleep in his grounds. Then with a grim and surly voice he bid them awake, and asked them whence they were, and what they did in his grounds. They told him they were pilgrims, and that they had lost their way.
الصفحة 274 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip, "I have not slept here all night.