The Literary World: Sixth [ -eighth] Reader, المجلد 2Johnson Publishing Company, 1919 |
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... Captain . Buried in thought he seemed , with hands behind him , and pausing Ever and anon to behold the glittering weapons of warfare , Hanging in shining array along the walls of the cham- ber , - Cutlass and corslet of steel , and his ...
... Captain . Buried in thought he seemed , with hands behind him , and pausing Ever and anon to behold the glittering weapons of warfare , Hanging in shining array along the walls of the cham- ber , - Cutlass and corslet of steel , and his ...
الصفحة 60
... Captain of Plymouth . " Look at these arms , " he said , " the warlike weapons that hang here Burnished and bright and clean , as if for parade or inspection ! This is the sword of Damascus I fought with in Flanders ; this breastplate ...
... Captain of Plymouth . " Look at these arms , " he said , " the warlike weapons that hang here Burnished and bright and clean , as if for parade or inspection ! This is the sword of Damascus I fought with in Flanders ; this breastplate ...
الصفحة 61
... Captain continued , unheeding the words of the stripling : " See how bright they are burnished , as if in an arsenal hanging ; That is because I have done it myself , and not left it to others . Serve yourself , would you be well served ...
... Captain continued , unheeding the words of the stripling : " See how bright they are burnished , as if in an arsenal hanging ; That is because I have done it myself , and not left it to others . Serve yourself , would you be well served ...
الصفحة 63
... Captain , embarrassed , and culling his phrases : " " Tis not good for a man to be alone , say the Scrip- tures . This I have said before , and again and again I re- ' peat it ; Every hour in the day , I think it , and feel it , and say ...
... Captain , embarrassed , and culling his phrases : " " Tis not good for a man to be alone , say the Scrip- tures . This I have said before , and again and again I re- ' peat it ; Every hour in the day , I think it , and feel it , and say ...
الصفحة 64
... captain , a man not of words but of actions , Offers his hand and his heart , the hand and heart of a soldier . Not in these words , you know , but this in short is my meaning ; I am a maker of war , and not a maker of phrases . " When ...
... captain , a man not of words but of actions , Offers his hand and his heart , the hand and heart of a soldier . Not in these words , you know , but this in short is my meaning ; I am a maker of war , and not a maker of phrases . " When ...
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الصفحة 233 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume, And the bridemaidens whispered, "'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 436 - In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie. In Flanders fields.
الصفحة 195 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
الصفحة 18 - 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.
الصفحة 161 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
الصفحة 27 - That's Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against the tree." Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself as he went up the mountain ; apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded ; he doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name. "God knows!
الصفحة 233 - She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, — • ' Now tread we a measure !
الصفحة 19 - What seemed particularly odd to Rip was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of pleasure he had ever witnessed.
الصفحة 258 - The splendor falls on castle walls 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 26 - 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 — congressStony Point; — he had no courage to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, "Does nobody here know Rip Van Winkle?