The Heath Readers by Grades, المجلد 2D.C. Heath & Company, 1907 |
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... hair brushed . " Well , and how do you do ? And I hope you're good children , are you ? " said Aunt Glegg in the same loud , emphatic way . " Look up , Tom , look up . Look at me now . Put your hair behind your ears , Maggie , and keep ...
... hair brushed . " Well , and how do you do ? And I hope you're good children , are you ? " said Aunt Glegg in the same loud , emphatic way . " Look up , Tom , look up . Look at me now . Put your hair behind your ears , Maggie , and keep ...
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... hair . I'd have it thinned and cut shorter , Sister , if I were you ; it isn't good for her health . It's that makes ... hair cut so it would lie smooth . " " " Maggie , " said Mrs. Tulliver , beckoning Maggie to her and whispering in ...
... hair . I'd have it thinned and cut shorter , Sister , if I were you ; it isn't good for her health . It's that makes ... hair cut so it would lie smooth . " " " Maggie , " said Mrs. Tulliver , beckoning Maggie to her and whispering in ...
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... hair and teasing remarks about it , and something also of the triumph she should have over her mother and her aunts by this very decided course of action . She didn't want her hair to look pretty , -that was out of the question , she ...
... hair and teasing remarks about it , and something also of the triumph she should have over her mother and her aunts by this very decided course of action . She didn't want her hair to look pretty , -that was out of the question , she ...
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... hair alone , she could have sat with Tom and Lucy and had the apricot pudding and the custard ! What could she do but sob ? " Miss Maggie , you're to come down this minute , " said Kezia , entering the room hurriedly . " What have you ...
... hair alone , she could have sat with Tom and Lucy and had the apricot pudding and the custard ! What could she do but sob ? " Miss Maggie , you're to come down this minute , " said Kezia , entering the room hurriedly . " What have you ...
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... hair herself , " said Mr. Tulliver in an undertone to Mr. Deane , laugh- ing with much enjoyment . " Why , little miss , you've made yourself look very funny , " said Uncle Pullet . Fie , for shame ! " said Aunt Glegg , in her severest ...
... hair herself , " said Mr. Tulliver in an undertone to Mr. Deane , laugh- ing with much enjoyment . " Why , little miss , you've made yourself look very funny , " said Uncle Pullet . Fie , for shame ! " said Aunt Glegg , in her severest ...
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Annabel Lee Antonio arms Aunt Bassanio began Blount boat called captain child cloak cloud Cranford cried dear earth eyes fair father fire flesh friends gave gentlemen give Glegg gold Gratiano hair hand head hear heard heart Heidegger honor Horatius JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Joseph Addison Kezia king lady land Lars Porsena laugh look lord loud Lowell Maggie Majesty morning mountain Nerissa never night noble Noroway o'er Pilgrim's Progress poem poet poor Porsena Portia queen Raleigh replied ring Rip Van Winkle river Rome seemed seen ship Shylock side Sir Patrick Spens soon stood tell thee THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY Thor thou thought told took town trees Tulliver turned Vanity village voice widow Wycherly wild wind Wolfe words young youth
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الصفحة 188 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we — Of many far wiser than we — And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee...
الصفحة 101 - 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 47 - 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 12 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
الصفحة 175 - 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 20 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
الصفحة 45 - 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...
الصفحة 34 - 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.
الصفحة 30 - By comparing my work afterward with the original, I discovered many faults and amended them ; but I sometimes had the pleasure of fancying that, in certain particulars of small import, I had been lucky enough to improve the method or the language, and this encouraged me to think I might possibly in time come to be a tolerable English writer, of which I was extremely ambitious.
الصفحة 48 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.