The Literary World: Sixth [ -eighth] Reader, المجلد 2Johnson Publishing Company, 1919 |
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... 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 in the blue highlands . On the other side he looked down into a deep 15.
... 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 in the blue highlands . On the other side he looked down into a deep 15.
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... deep moun- tain glen , wild and lonely , the bottom filled with frag- ments from the overhanging cliffs , and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun . For some time Rip lay musing on this scene ; evening was gradually ...
... deep moun- tain glen , wild and lonely , the bottom filled with frag- ments from the overhanging cliffs , and scarcely lighted by the reflected rays of the setting sun . For some time Rip lay musing on this scene ; evening was gradually ...
الصفحة 17
... deep ravine , or rather cleft , between lofty rocks , toward which their rugged path conducted . He paused for an instant , but supposing it to be the muttering of one of those transient thundershowers which often take place in mountain ...
... deep ravine , or rather cleft , between lofty rocks , toward which their rugged path conducted . He paused for an instant , but supposing it to be the muttering of one of those transient thundershowers which often take place in mountain ...
الصفحة 19
... deep sleep . II On waking he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen . He rubbed his eyes - it was a bright , sunny morning . The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes , and 19.
... deep sleep . II On waking he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen . He rubbed his eyes - it was a bright , sunny morning . The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes , and 19.
الصفحة 21
... deep basin , black from the shadows of the sur- rounding forest . Here , then , poor Rip was brought to a stand . He again called and whistled after his dog ; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows sporting high in ...
... deep basin , black from the shadows of the sur- rounding forest . Here , then , poor Rip was brought to a stand . He again called and whistled after his dog ; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows sporting high in ...
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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?