The Literary World: Sixth [ -eighth] Reader, المجلد 2Johnson Publishing Company, 1919 |
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الصفحة 38
... living likeness of those wondrous features on the mountain side . While the boy was still gazing up the valley , and fancying , as he always did , that the Great Stone Face returned his gaze and looked kindly at him , the rumbling of ...
... living likeness of those wondrous features on the mountain side . While the boy was still gazing up the valley , and fancying , as he always did , that the Great Stone Face returned his gaze and looked kindly at him , the rumbling of ...
الصفحة 40
... living skeleton , covered over with a wrinkled , yellow skin . Since the melting away of his gold , it had been very generally allowed that there was no such striking resemblance , after all , betwixt the ignoble fea- 40.
... living skeleton , covered over with a wrinkled , yellow skin . Since the melting away of his gold , it had been very generally allowed that there was no such striking resemblance , after all , betwixt the ignoble fea- 40.
الصفحة 53
... living images which the poet flung out of his mind , and which peopled all the air about the cottage door with shapes of beauty . As Ernest listened to the poet , he imagined that the Great Stone Face was bending forward to listen , too ...
... living images which the poet flung out of his mind , and which peopled all the air about the cottage door with shapes of beauty . As Ernest listened to the poet , he imagined that the Great Stone Face was bending forward to listen , too ...
الصفحة 92
... living at a distance from the settlements , had but little English , and the learning of the Paspaheghs was not much greater . I repeated to them the better part of a canto of Master Spenser's Faery Queen , after which I told them the ...
... living at a distance from the settlements , had but little English , and the learning of the Paspaheghs was not much greater . I repeated to them the better part of a canto of Master Spenser's Faery Queen , after which I told them the ...
الصفحة 98
... living in the villages or stray- ing in the woods , has been sent back to Jamestown or his home with presents and fair words . You will lull the English in Jamestown into a faith in the smiling sky just before the storm bursts on them ...
... living in the villages or stray- ing in the woods , has been sent back to Jamestown or his home with presents and fair words . You will lull the English in Jamestown into a faith in the smiling sky just before the storm bursts on them ...
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Alden Andrey answered Ariel asked Athelstane balloon bear began beneath Black Knight Bracy Captain Nemo castle Cedric Clewe cried dark Doggie dogs door earth Ernest Ethan eyes feet fire Flanders fields forest Front-de-Boeuf Gathergold gazed Gurth hand Harry Esmond head heard heart HELPS TO STUDY hour hyar Indian Ivanhoe Jamestown Jasper county John Alden Kate knew Lady light Lochinvar looked Marjorie Miles Standish morning mountain Nantaquas never Old Sandy old Sorrel Oliver Opechancanough Phineas Powhatan Priscilla Rebecca replied returned rifle Rip Van Winkle rock Saint Dennis Saint Dunstan Saxon seemed shell shot shouted side silence smile snow soon Standish Stone Face stood suddenly SUPPLEMENTARY READING tell Templar thee thing thou thought tion took Trafford trees turned valley voice walked Wamba Winkle woods word young
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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?