Child Classics, كتاب 5Bobbs-Merrill, 1909 |
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الصفحة 16
... stood motionless , except for her sobs , for a minute or two ; then she turned round and ran into the house , and up to her attic , where she sat on the floor , and laid her head against the worm - eaten shelf , with a crush- ing sense ...
... stood motionless , except for her sobs , for a minute or two ; then she turned round and ran into the house , and up to her attic , where she sat on the floor , and laid her head against the worm - eaten shelf , with a crush- ing sense ...
الصفحة 19
... stood still at the top of the stairs and said , " Maggie , you're to come down . " But she rushed to him and clung round his neck , sobbing , " O Tom , please forgive me - I can't bear it - I will always be good - always remember things ...
... stood still at the top of the stairs and said , " Maggie , you're to come down . " But she rushed to him and clung round his neck , sobbing , " O Tom , please forgive me - I can't bear it - I will always be good - always remember things ...
الصفحة 33
... stood on the wharf with my three partners , inspecting the Dolphin , moored at the foot of a very slippery flight of steps . She was painted white , with a green stripe outside ; and on the stern a yellow dolphin , with its scarlet ...
... stood on the wharf with my three partners , inspecting the Dolphin , moored at the foot of a very slippery flight of steps . She was painted white , with a green stripe outside ; and on the stern a yellow dolphin , with its scarlet ...
الصفحة 37
... stood knee - deep in the boiling surf , and for an instant , I think he meditated plunging into the ocean after the receding boat . The sky darkened , and an ugly look stole rapidly over the broken surface of the sea . Binny Wallace ...
... stood knee - deep in the boiling surf , and for an instant , I think he meditated plunging into the ocean after the receding boat . The sky darkened , and an ugly look stole rapidly over the broken surface of the sea . Binny Wallace ...
الصفحة 50
... stood around were so astonished at his wonderful dexterity , that they could not even give vent to their surprise in their usual clamor . " This must be the devil , and no man of flesh and blood , " whispered the yeomen to each other ...
... stood around were so astonished at his wonderful dexterity , that they could not even give vent to their surprise in their usual clamor . " This must be the devil , and no man of flesh and blood , " whispered the yeomen to each other ...
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Abridged Andy Antony arms asked Bashkirs battle bells Ben-Hur born Brutus burned Cæsar called Camelot cannon Captain chaise Cranford cried Crito dark dead deck Doctor Don Quixote Ernest eyes father fight fire fleet gave give glory hand hath head hear heard heart Hector honor horse Ichabod Indiana John Halifax JULIUS CÆSAR King knew Lady of Shalott land laughed letter live look Lord Maggie Mark Antony master Master of Ballantrae mother never night noble Pahom Phil Adams Pickwick poet poor postmaster Ralph Waldo Emerson road Robert Louis Stevenson round saddle Second Citizen seemed ship side Sigurd silent Silver simple old soul Squire Stone Face stood story tell thee thing thou thought trees turned versts walk wife wind Winkle word Zoeterwoude
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الصفحة 53 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
الصفحة 229 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
الصفحة 31 - 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 166 - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
الصفحة 32 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At' that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
الصفحة 226 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting.place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground.
الصفحة 303 - Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging.
الصفحة 278 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
الصفحة 216 - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
الصفحة 309 - ... full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air. some village Hampden that with dauntless breast the little tyrant of his fields withstood, some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.