Standard Supplementary ReadersWilliam Swinton, George Rhett Cathcart American Book Company, 1880 |
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الصفحة 5
... arms and legs , hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves , feet that might have served for shovels , and his whole frame most loosely hung together . His head was small , and flat at top , with huge ears , large green glassy eyes ...
... arms and legs , hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves , feet that might have served for shovels , and his whole frame most loosely hung together . His head was small , and flat at top , with huge ears , large green glassy eyes ...
الصفحة 24
... arms was not unlike the flapping of a pair of wings . A small wool hat rested on the top of his nose , for so his scanty strip of forehead might be called ; and the skirts of his black coat fluttered out almost to the horse's tail ...
... arms was not unlike the flapping of a pair of wings . A small wool hat rested on the top of his nose , for so his scanty strip of forehead might be called ; and the skirts of his black coat fluttered out almost to the horse's tail ...
الصفحة 52
... arms folded together in composure , he stood calmly waiting the result . The ship had fallen off , with her broadside to the sea , and was become unmanageable , and the sails were already brought into the folds necessary to her security ...
... arms folded together in composure , he stood calmly waiting the result . The ship had fallen off , with her broadside to the sea , and was become unmanageable , and the sails were already brought into the folds necessary to her security ...
الصفحة 56
... arm of the lieutenant , and grasped it with a convulsive pressure , as he answered , - - " Tis a dream of reality . You are young , Mr. Grif- fith , nor am I past the noon of life ; but , should you live fifty years longer , you never ...
... arm of the lieutenant , and grasped it with a convulsive pressure , as he answered , - - " Tis a dream of reality . You are young , Mr. Grif- fith , nor am I past the noon of life ; but , should you live fifty years longer , you never ...
الصفحة 69
... arms With chains concealed in chaplets . Oh ! not yet Mayst thou unbrace thy corselet , nor lay by Thy sword ! nor yet , O Freedom ! close thy lids In slumber ; for thine enemy never sleeps , And thou must watch and combat till the day ...
... arms With chains concealed in chaplets . Oh ! not yet Mayst thou unbrace thy corselet , nor lay by Thy sword ! nor yet , O Freedom ! close thy lids In slumber ; for thine enemy never sleeps , And thou must watch and combat till the day ...
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الصفحة 70 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
الصفحة 146 - All day the hoary meteor fell ; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below, — A universe of sky and snow...
الصفحة 137 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
الصفحة 14 - ... fretting about it, like illtempered housewives, with their peevish discontented cry. Before the barn door strutted the gallant cock, that pattern of a husband, a warrior, and a fine gentleman, clapping his burnished wings, and crowing in the pride and gladness of his heart — sometimes tearing up the earth with his feet, and then generously calling his ever-hungry family of wives and children to enjoy the rich morsel which he had discovered.
الصفحة 207 - He took the paper, and I watched, And saw him peep within ; At the first line he read, his face Was all upon the grin. He read the next ; the grin grew broad, And shot from ear to ear ; He read the third ; a chuckling noise I now began to hear. The fourth ; he broke into a roar ; The fifth ; his waistband split ; The sixth ; he burst five buttons off, And tumbled in a fit. Ten days and nights, with sleepless eye, I watched that wretched man, And since, I never dare to write As funny as I can.
الصفحة 141 - How beautiful she is ! How fair She lies within those arms, that press Her form with many a soft caress Of tenderness and watchful care! Sail forth into the sea, O ship! Through wind and wave, right onward steer! The moistened eye, the trembling lip, Are not the signs of doubt or fear.
الصفحة 69 - And woodland flowers are gathered To crown the soldier's cup. With merry songs we mock the wind That in the pine-top grieves, And slumber long and sweetly On beds of oaken leaves. Well knows the fair and friendly moon The band that Marion leads — The glitter of their rifles, The scampering of their steeds.
الصفحة 144 - The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon. Slow tracing down the thickening sky Its mute and ominous prophecy, A portent seeming less than threat, It sank from sight before it set. A chill no coat, however stout, Of...
الصفحة 67 - OUR band is few, but true and tried, Our leader frank and bold ; The British soldier trembles When Marion's name is told.
الصفحة 145 - Meanwhile we did our nightly chores, — Brought in the wood from out of doors, Littered the stalls, and from the mows Raked down the herd's-grass for the cows : Heard the horse whinnying for his corn ; And, sharply clashing horn on horn, Impatient down the stanchion rows The cattle shake their walnut bows...