The Children's First [ -fourth] Reader, كتاب 4Ginn & Company, 1898 |
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... , the Maple - Tree grew sad , for she heard her little leaves saying to each other , " We are going to die ! We are going to die ! " People living near said , " Hark ! Do you hear the wind ? It sounds like fall . " Nobody told +2 3+.
... , the Maple - Tree grew sad , for she heard her little leaves saying to each other , " We are going to die ! We are going to die ! " People living near said , " Hark ! Do you hear the wind ? It sounds like fall . " Nobody told +2 3+.
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Ellen M. Cyr. wind ? It sounds like fall . " Nobody told them it was the leaves , all over the forest , saying to each other , " We are going to die ! We are going to die ! " 66 My dear little leaves ! " sighed the Maple - Tree . " Poor ...
Ellen M. Cyr. wind ? It sounds like fall . " Nobody told them it was the leaves , all over the forest , saying to each other , " We are going to die ! We are going to die ! " 66 My dear little leaves ! " sighed the Maple - Tree . " Poor ...
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... told him that his grandfather , the General , was coming to the Green , and that he must be on his very best behavior during the visit . What mischief could be foreseen , Jackanapes prom- ised to guard against . He was to keep his ...
... told him that his grandfather , the General , was coming to the Green , and that he must be on his very best behavior during the visit . What mischief could be foreseen , Jackanapes prom- ised to guard against . He was to keep his ...
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... Told Tales , " remembers Hawthorne when he returned from Bowdoin College . She was a little girl and used to sit on his knee , listening to stories more wonderful and beautiful than any she had ever read in any of her fairy books . In ...
... Told Tales , " remembers Hawthorne when he returned from Bowdoin College . She was a little girl and used to sit on his knee , listening to stories more wonderful and beautiful than any she had ever read in any of her fairy books . In ...
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... told them wonderful stories . The four years in Concord were followed by four years in Salem , where Hawthorne held a position in the Custom House . It was not a pleasant place , this dull old Custom House , but he filled his office ...
... told them wonderful stories . The four years in Concord were followed by four years in Salem , where Hawthorne held a position in the Custom House . It was not a pleasant place , this dull old Custom House , but he filled his office ...
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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...