Black's Graded Readers, المجلد 4Education Publishing Company, 1906 |
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... stopped work to see her pass ; every mosquito piped his little song in her ear ; birds leaned out of their nests to bid her good - day , and the bright- eyed snakes , fearing to alarm her , hid under the leaves . But lovely butterflies ...
... stopped work to see her pass ; every mosquito piped his little song in her ear ; birds leaned out of their nests to bid her good - day , and the bright- eyed snakes , fearing to alarm her , hid under the leaves . But lovely butterflies ...
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... stopped for breath and called , as she peeped into the shad- owy nooks or looked at the dashing water , " Are you here ? " the mocking voice always answered from above , - " Here ! " 20. So she climbed safely up , and sat to rest at the ...
... stopped for breath and called , as she peeped into the shad- owy nooks or looked at the dashing water , " Are you here ? " the mocking voice always answered from above , - " Here ! " 20. So she climbed safely up , and sat to rest at the ...
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... stopped to rest . But May was so sur- prised and charmed with the lovely clouds all about her that she never thought of being tired . She forgot the world below , and soon the mist hid it from her and she was in a world of sunshine ...
... stopped to rest . But May was so sur- prised and charmed with the lovely clouds all about her that she never thought of being tired . She forgot the world below , and soon the mist hid it from her and she was in a world of sunshine ...
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... stopped me with a cry , " Go ' way , go ' way ! don't touch me , please ; I'm letting the old cat die . " 9 " You're letting him die ! " I cried , aghast , " Why , where's the cat , my dear ? " And lo , the laugh that filled the wood ...
... stopped me with a cry , " Go ' way , go ' way ! don't touch me , please ; I'm letting the old cat die . " 9 " You're letting him die ! " I cried , aghast , " Why , where's the cat , my dear ? " And lo , the laugh that filled the wood ...
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... stopping . Im mor'tal . Not capable of death . THE PERIL OF THE MINES 1. " Twenty years ago last May , I came to live in this bit of a house by the great coal mine , to be near my husband and my two boys . Not that I felt they were in ...
... stopping . Im mor'tal . Not capable of death . THE PERIL OF THE MINES 1. " Twenty years ago last May , I came to live in this bit of a house by the great coal mine , to be near my husband and my two boys . Not that I felt they were in ...
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الصفحة 49 - The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little Prig; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you...
الصفحة 157 - I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
الصفحة 212 - Where's Van Bummel, the schoolmaster?" "He went off to the wars too, was a great militia general, and is now in congress." Rip's heart died away at hearing of these sad changes in his home and friends, and finding himself thus alone in the world. Every answer puzzled him too, by treating of such enormous lapses of time, and of matters which he could not understand: war— congress— Stony Point— he had no courage to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, "Does nobody here know Rip...
الصفحة 194 - When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky; but sometimes when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their summits, which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.
الصفحة 203 - Their visages, too, were peculiar; one had a large head, broad face, and small piggish eyes; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose, and was surmounted by a white sugar-loaf hat, set off with a little red cock's tail. They all had beards, of various shapes and colors. There was one who seemed to be the commander. He was a stout old gentleman, with a weather-beaten countenance...
الصفحة 196 - It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance ; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.
الصفحة 178 - All the stories of ghosts and goblins that he had heard in the afternoon now came crowding upon his recollection. The night grew darker and darker; the stars seemed to sink deeper in the sky, and driving clouds occasionally hid them from his sight. He had never felt so lonely and dismal. He was moreover approaching the very place where many of the scenes of the ghost stories had been laid.
الصفحة 186 - Gunpowder sprang upon the bridge ; he thundered over the resounding planks ; he gained the opposite side ; and now Ichabod cast a look behind to see if his pursuer should vanish, according to rule, in a flash of fire and brimstone. Just then he saw the goblin rising in his stirrups, and in the very act of hurling his head at him.
الصفحة 214 - Rip's story was soon told; for the whole twenty years had been to him but as one night. The neighbors stared when they heard it. Some were seen to wink at each other, and put their tongues in their cheeks ; and the self-important man in the cocked hat, who, when the alarm was over, had returned to the field, screwed down the corners of his mouth, and shook his head, upon which there was a general shaking of the head throughout the assemblage.
الصفحة 324 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them...