Heath Readers: Primer [-sixth] Reader, كتاب 5D.C. Heath & Company, 1903 |
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الصفحة 15
... never hope to marry the lordly mandarin's beautiful daughter . But the mother , who was a shrewd woman , told him to pluck up courage , for Li - Chi might even yet be his wife . Now his mother reared silk - worms on her little island ...
... never hope to marry the lordly mandarin's beautiful daughter . But the mother , who was a shrewd woman , told him to pluck up courage , for Li - Chi might even yet be his wife . Now his mother reared silk - worms on her little island ...
الصفحة 16
... never be found ; but near the spot where they sank , a beautiful willow tree sprang up by magic . It stretched its drooping arms above the water , and sighed night and day a mournful dirge for the departed lovers . In its branches ...
... never be found ; but near the spot where they sank , a beautiful willow tree sprang up by magic . It stretched its drooping arms above the water , and sighed night and day a mournful dirge for the departed lovers . In its branches ...
الصفحة 27
... never a word . Then Theseus flung him from him , and lifted up his dreadful club ; and before Procrustes could strike him , he had struck and felled him to the ground . And once again he struck him ; and his evil soul fled forth , and ...
... never a word . Then Theseus flung him from him , and lifted up his dreadful club ; and before Procrustes could strike him , he had struck and felled him to the ground . And once again he struck him ; and his evil soul fled forth , and ...
الصفحة 34
... 6 " I'm sure I'm very sorry , " said Beryl , sadly . ' I never knew till a few minutes ago that fairies lived in books . Pray tell me who are you . " " We are the arithmetic - fairies , " said 34 FIFTH READER Beatrice Harraden.
... 6 " I'm sure I'm very sorry , " said Beryl , sadly . ' I never knew till a few minutes ago that fairies lived in books . Pray tell me who are you . " " We are the arithmetic - fairies , " said 34 FIFTH READER Beatrice Harraden.
الصفحة 35
... - junctions were a little sulky . " Don't take any notice of the conjunctions , " said the others . " They are always disagreeable , and never will join in any fun . " " Please , conjunction - fairies , " pleaded Beryl THE BOOK FAIRIES 35.
... - junctions were a little sulky . " Don't take any notice of the conjunctions , " said the others . " They are always disagreeable , and never will join in any fun . " " Please , conjunction - fairies , " pleaded Beryl THE BOOK FAIRIES 35.
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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.