Cyr's Fourth ReaderGinn, 1899 - 388 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 17
... looked down to find out who was speaking , and then looked up again without answering a word . The Stream worked so hard that it grew white ; the North- wind rushed through the ravine ; and the bare Cliff hung heavily over and felt cold ...
... looked down to find out who was speaking , and then looked up again without answering a word . The Stream worked so hard that it grew white ; the North- wind rushed through the ravine ; and the bare Cliff hung heavily over and felt cold ...
الصفحة 37
... looked strange , - they flew at once to the white - robed child , fluttered eagerly about her head , alighted on her shoulders , and seemed to claim her as an old acquaintance . She , on her part , was evidently as glad to see these ...
... looked strange , - they flew at once to the white - robed child , fluttered eagerly about her head , alighted on her shoulders , and seemed to claim her as an old acquaintance . She , on her part , was evidently as glad to see these ...
الصفحة 39
... looked as white and wintry as a snow - image of the largest size . 5. At length , after a vast deal of trouble , he chased the little stranger into a corner , where she could not pos- sibly escape him . His wife had been looking on ...
... looked as white and wintry as a snow - image of the largest size . 5. At length , after a vast deal of trouble , he chased the little stranger into a corner , where she could not pos- sibly escape him . His wife had been looking on ...
الصفحة 40
... looked as dull and languid as a thaw . As kind Mr. Lindsey led her up the steps to the door , Violet and Peony looked into his face , their eyes full of tears , and again entreated him not to bring their snow - image into the house . 8 ...
... looked as dull and languid as a thaw . As kind Mr. Lindsey led her up the steps to the door , Violet and Peony looked into his face , their eyes full of tears , and again entreated him not to bring their snow - image into the house . 8 ...
الصفحة 41
... looked the little white maiden , as she stood on the hearth rug , with the hot blast of the stove striking through her . Once she threw a glance wistfully toward the windows , and caught a glimpse , through its red curtains , of the ...
... looked the little white maiden , as she stood on the hearth rug , with the hot blast of the stove striking through her . Once she threw a glance wistfully toward the windows , and caught a glimpse , through its red curtains , of the ...
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الصفحة 329 - O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky. They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul. And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
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 220 - ... 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 253 - 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. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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 221 - 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 209 - When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky; but sometimes when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their summits, which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.
الصفحة 295 - 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 that cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that...
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...