The Crane Reader, المجلد 4Crane, 1902 |
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... River , Part I .. The King of the Golden River , Part II . The King of the Golden River , Part III . The Last Leaf The Life - Boat The Long Ago The Miraculous Pitcher , Part I .. The Miraculous Pitcher , Part II . The Miraculous Pitcher ...
... River , Part I .. The King of the Golden River , Part II . The King of the Golden River , Part III . The Last Leaf The Life - Boat The Long Ago The Miraculous Pitcher , Part I .. The Miraculous Pitcher , Part II . The Miraculous Pitcher ...
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... river , Whence the fleets of iron have fled , Where the blades of the grave - grass quiver , Asleep are the ranks of the dead ; Under the sod and the dew , Waiting the judgment day ; Under the one , the Blue , Under the other , the Gray ...
... river , Whence the fleets of iron have fled , Where the blades of the grave - grass quiver , Asleep are the ranks of the dead ; Under the sod and the dew , Waiting the judgment day ; Under the one , the Blue , Under the other , the Gray ...
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... day ; Under the blossoms , the Blue , Under the garlands , the Gray . 7. No more shall the war - cry sever , Or the winding rivers be red ; They banish our anger forever , When they laurel the 30 THE CRANE FOURTH READER .
... day ; Under the blossoms , the Blue , Under the garlands , the Gray . 7. No more shall the war - cry sever , Or the winding rivers be red ; They banish our anger forever , When they laurel the 30 THE CRANE FOURTH READER .
الصفحة 47
... river - water ; and , being filled with one of my rolls , gave the other two to a woman and her child that came down the river in the boat with us , and were waiting to go farther . 7. Thus refreshed , I walked again up the street ...
... river - water ; and , being filled with one of my rolls , gave the other two to a woman and her child that came down the river in the boat with us , and were waiting to go farther . 7. Thus refreshed , I walked again up the street ...
الصفحة 66
... river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul , And grow forever and forever . Blow , bugle , blow , set the wild echoes flying , And answer , echoes , answer , dying , dying , dying . How could the light shake across the lakes ? What is ...
... river : Our echoes roll from soul to soul , And grow forever and forever . Blow , bugle , blow , set the wild echoes flying , And answer , echoes , answer , dying , dying , dying . How could the light shake across the lakes ? What is ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
ALICE CARY apple tree asked aunt Baucis beautiful began bird bless bobolink boys breath bright called CHARLES DICKENS child Colchis cottage cried DANIEL DEFOE David Copperfield dear door earth ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN eyes face father feet fell fire flowers girl give gold hands head hear heard heart Inchcape Inchcape Rock Jason JEAN INGELOW king knew land laughed LESSON life-boat live looked Macbeth MARY MAPES DODGE milk morning mother nest never night o'er oŭs Philemon and Baucis pitcher poems Polly poor Quicksilver Rip Van Winkle rock Scrooge seemed ship shore sing smile song soon soul star stood story stranger sweet ta'tion tell thee things thou thought took Trotwood turned village voice WASHINGTON IRVING waves weary wild wind Winkle woman words young
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 95 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
الصفحة 234 - 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 66 - And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
الصفحة 234 - Rip looked and beheld a precise counterpart of himself as he went up the mountain, apparently as lazy and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name. "God knows," exclaimed he, at his wit's end; "I'm not myself.
الصفحة 173 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide; "Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, "God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly: thousands...
الصفحة 237 - Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death?
الصفحة 251 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
الصفحة 45 - He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked" like a peddler just opening his pack.
الصفحة 235 - The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind. "What is your name, my good woman?
الصفحة 232 - George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe, but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff, a sword was held in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large characters, GENERAL WASHINGTON.