American Classics for Seventh and Eighth Grade Reading: With Biographical Sketches, Portraits and Suggestions for StudyHoughton Mifflin Company, 1909 - 437 من الصفحات |
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... , at skittles . He saw a can of wine which was very fragrant , and , drinking of it , was thrown into a deep sleep , from which he did not wake for twenty years . The story gives incidents of his awaking and of the changes which he.
... , at skittles . He saw a can of wine which was very fragrant , and , drinking of it , was thrown into a deep sleep , from which he did not wake for twenty years . The story gives incidents of his awaking and of the changes which he.
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... deep moun- tain glen , wild , lonely , and shagged , the bottom filled with fragments from the impending cliffs , and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun . some time Rip lay musing on this scene ; evening was ...
... deep moun- tain glen , wild , lonely , and shagged , the bottom filled with fragments from the impending cliffs , and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun . some time Rip lay musing on this scene ; evening was ...
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... deep ravine , or rather cleft , between lofty rocks , toward which their rugged path conducted . He paused for a moment , but sup- posing it to be the muttering of one of those transient thunder - showers which often take place in ...
... deep ravine , or rather cleft , between lofty rocks , toward which their rugged path conducted . He paused for a moment , but sup- posing it to be the muttering of one of those transient thunder - showers which often take place in ...
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... deep sleep . 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 ...
... deep sleep . 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 ...
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... deep basin , black from the shadows of the sur- rounding forest . Here , then , poor Rip was brought to a stand . He again called and whistled after his dog ; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows , sporting high ...
... deep basin , black from the shadows of the sur- rounding forest . Here , then , poor Rip was brought to a stand . He again called and whistled after his dog ; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows , sporting high ...
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الصفحة 195 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new: Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
الصفحة 175 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
الصفحة 177 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
الصفحة 175 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house...
الصفحة 176 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
الصفحة 355 - For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as 'Nevermore.
الصفحة 363 - I was a child, and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago. In this kingdom by the sea...
الصفحة 354 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling. By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
الصفحة 176 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there : And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep— the dead reign there alone.
الصفحة 353 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.