American and English Classics for Grammar Grades: With Biographical Sketches, Portraits, and NotesHoughton Mifflin, 1910 - 406 من الصفحات |
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... voice from a distance , hallooing , " Rip Van Winkle ! Rip Van Winkle ! " He looked round , but could see nothing but a crow winging its solitary flight across the moun- tain . He thought his fancy must have deceived him , and turned ...
... voice from a distance , hallooing , " Rip Van Winkle ! Rip Van Winkle ! " He looked round , but could see nothing but a crow winging its solitary flight across the moun- tain . He thought his fancy must have deceived him , and turned ...
الصفحة 21
... voice of Dame Van Winkle . He found the house gone to decay the roof fallen in , the windows shattered , and the doors off the hinges . A half - starved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about it . Rip called RIP VAN WINKLE . 21.
... voice of Dame Van Winkle . He found the house gone to decay the roof fallen in , the windows shattered , and the doors off the hinges . A half - starved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about it . Rip called RIP VAN WINKLE . 21.
الصفحة 22
... voice , and then again all was silence . - He now hurried forth , and hastened to his old re- sort , the village inn- but it , too , was gone . A large , rickety wooden building stood in its place , with great gaping windows , some of ...
... voice , and then again all was silence . - He now hurried forth , and hastened to his old re- sort , the village inn- but it , too , was gone . A large , rickety wooden building stood in its place , with great gaping windows , some of ...
الصفحة 24
... voice : " Nicholas Ved- der ! why , he is dead and gone these eighteen years ! There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that used to tell all about him , but that's rotten and gone too . " " Where's Brom Dutcher ? " " Oh , he went ...
... voice : " Nicholas Ved- der ! why , he is dead and gone these eighteen years ! There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that used to tell all about him , but that's rotten and gone too . " " Where's Brom Dutcher ? " " Oh , he went ...
الصفحة 26
... voice , all awakened ' a train of recollections in his mind . " What is your name , my good woman ? " asked he . " Judith Gardenier . " 99 " And your father's name ? " " Ah , poor man , Rip Van Winkle was his name , but it's twenty ...
... voice , all awakened ' a train of recollections in his mind . " What is your name , my good woman ? " asked he . " Judith Gardenier . " 99 " And your father's name ? " " Ah , poor man , Rip Van Winkle was his name , but it's twenty ...
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Acadian Annie Antonio Ariel Bassanio beautiful behold beneath blessing brother Charles Lamb cloud Clusium cried dark dear door Dutch English Enoch Ernest Evangeline eyes father fear fell fire forest Gabriel Gathergold gave gazed gleamed Gluck gold Golden River Grand-Pré Gratiano hand head heard heart heaven hill Hollow horse Ichabod Ichabod Crane JOHN RUSKIN Lars Porsena light lips lived looked maiden mind Miranda morning mountains neighbor Nerissa never night Nova Scotia o'er old gentleman Philip poems poet Portia Prospero rich Rip Van Winkle rock rose round Schwartz seemed shadow shore Shylock side silent Sir Launfal Sleepy Hollow smile soul sound spirit Stone Face stood story stream sweet Sycorax thou thought told Treasure Valley trees turned valley village voice wild wind window wonder words young
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الصفحة 159 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays...
الصفحة 9 - ... about their summits, which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory. At the foot of these fairy mountains...
الصفحة 30 - ... the reality of it, and insisted that Rip had been out of his head, and that this was one point on which he always remained flighty. The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunder-storm of a summer afternoon about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of ninepins ; and it is a common wish of all hen-pecked husbands in the neighborhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might...
الصفحة 23 - Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the question; when a knowing, self-important old gentleman, in a sharp cocked hat, made his way through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle, with one arm akimbo...
الصفحة 22 - A halfstarved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed. "My very dog," sighed poor Rip, "has forgotten me!
الصفحة 128 - ... roar In baffled rage at pane and door, While the red logs before us beat The frost-line back with tropic heat; And ever, when a louder blast Shook beam and rafter as it passed, The merrier up its roaring draught The great throat of the chimney laughed, The house-dog on his paws outspread Laid to the fire his drowsy head, The cat's dark silhouette on the wall A couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons...
الصفحة 18 - ... of excellent Hollands. He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked another, and he reiterated his visits to the flagon so often that at length his senses were overpowered, his eyes swam in his head, his head gradually declined, and he fell into a deep sleep.
الصفحة 158 - Earth gets its price for what Earth gives us; The beggar is taxed for a corner to die in, The priest hath his fee who comes and shrives us, We bargain for the graves we lie in; At the devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold; For a cap and bells our lives we pay, Bubbles we buy with a whole soul's tasking: 'Tis heaven alone that is given away, 'Tis only God may be had for the asking; No price is set on the lavish summer; June may be had by the poorest comer.
الصفحة 29 - He was observed, at first, to vary on some points every time he told it, which was, doubtless, owing to his having so recently awaked. It at last settled down precisely to the tale I have related, and not a man, woman, or child in the neighborhood, but knew it by heart.
الصفحة 154 - There is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to climb With a whole bale of isms tied together with rhyme, He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his shoulders, The top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching Till he learns the distinction 'twixt singing and preaching...