The Children's First [ -fourth] Reader, كتاب 4Ginn & Company, 1898 |
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... ball . It was slow in gaining strength , and he was obliged to use crutches . During this time , his teacher , Mr. Joseph Worcester , the author of the dictionary , used to come to his house every evening to hear his lessons . He amused ...
... ball . It was slow in gaining strength , and he was obliged to use crutches . During this time , his teacher , Mr. Joseph Worcester , the author of the dictionary , used to come to his house every evening to hear his lessons . He amused ...
الصفحة 93
... ball and cricket ; but he would lie on the grass for hours watching them with great interest . 2. He was soon reading the best authors . Often when suffering from pain he turned to books for comfort , and the people of whom he read ...
... ball and cricket ; but he would lie on the grass for hours watching them with great interest . 2. He was soon reading the best authors . Often when suffering from pain he turned to books for comfort , and the people of whom he read ...
الصفحة 199
... balls , whizzing close to my head , struck him . I felt him stagger with the shock , though he uttered no cry . 66 " I tried to check my speed , but the sword dropped from his right hand , the rein fell loose from the left , and ...
... balls , whizzing close to my head , struck him . I felt him stagger with the shock , though he uttered no cry . 66 " I tried to check my speed , but the sword dropped from his right hand , the rein fell loose from the left , and ...
الصفحة 216
... balls , which , whenever they were rolled , echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder . As Rip and his companion approached them they stared at him with such strange , uncouth countenances that his heart turned within ...
... balls , which , whenever they were rolled , echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder . As Rip and his companion approached them they stared at him with such strange , uncouth countenances that his heart turned within ...
الصفحة 226
... balls like distant peals of thunder . 15. Rip's daughter took him home to live with her , and he resumed his old walks and habits . He took his place once more on the bench at the inn door and was reverenced as one of the patriarchs of ...
... balls like distant peals of thunder . 15. Rip's daughter took him home to live with her , and he resumed his old walks and habits . He took his place once more on the bench at the inn door and was reverenced as one of the patriarchs of ...
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الصفحة 127 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
الصفحة 297 - It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us ; that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to...
الصفحة 222 - ... what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder and a mob at his heels, and whether he meant to breed a riot in the village. "Alas! gentlemen...
الصفحة 210 - 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 213 - Panting and fatigued, he threw himself, late in the afternoon, on a green knoll, covered with mountain herbage, that crowned the brow of a precipice. From an opening between the trees he could overlook all the lower country for many a mile of rich woodland. He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, moving on its silent but majestic course, with the reflection of a purple cloud, or the sail of a lagging bark, here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself...
الصفحة 223 - 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 215 - 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 219 - With some difficulty he got down into the glen: he found the gully up which he and his companion had ascended the preceding evening; but to his astonishment a mountain stream was now foaming down it, leaping from rock to rock, and filling the glen with babbling murmurs. He, however, made shift to scramble up its sides, working his toilsome way through thickets of birch, sassafras...
الصفحة 331 - 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 213 - On the other side he looked down into a deep mountain 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. For some time Rip lay musing on this scene; evening was gradually advancing; the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys; he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors of...