The Literary World: Sixth [ -eighth] Reader, المجلد 2Johnson Publishing Company, 1919 |
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... wall , over which the torrent came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam , and fell into a broad , deep basin , black from the shadows of the sur- rounding forest . Here , then , poor Rip was brought to a stand . He again called and ...
... wall , over which the torrent came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam , and fell into a broad , deep basin , black from the shadows of the sur- rounding forest . Here , then , poor Rip was brought to a stand . He again called and ...
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... walls of the cham- ber , - Cutlass and corslet of steel , and his trusty ' sword of Damascus . Short of stature he was , but strongly built and athletic , Broad in the shoulders , deep - chested , with muscles and sinews of iron ; Brown ...
... walls of the cham- ber , - Cutlass and corslet of steel , and his trusty ' sword of Damascus . Short of stature he was , but strongly built and athletic , Broad in the shoulders , deep - chested , with muscles and sinews of iron ; Brown ...
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... wall , where it hung , with a sound of sinister omen . All his pent - up wrath burst forth in a sudden explosion , E'en as a hand grenade , that scatters destruction around it . Wildly he shouted and loud : " John Alden ! you have ...
... wall , where it hung , with a sound of sinister omen . All his pent - up wrath burst forth in a sudden explosion , E'en as a hand grenade , that scatters destruction around it . Wildly he shouted and loud : " John Alden ! you have ...
الصفحة 72
... wall his sword with its scab- bard of iron , Buckled the belt round his waist , and , frowning fierce- ly , departed . Alden was left alone . He heard the clank of the scab- bard Growing fainter . and fainter , and dying away in the ...
... wall his sword with its scab- bard of iron , Buckled the belt round his waist , and , frowning fierce- ly , departed . Alden was left alone . He heard the clank of the scab- bard Growing fainter . and fainter , and dying away in the ...
الصفحة 108
... wall , were fast meeting with a like fate . They stood no chance against us ; we cared not to make prisoners of them ; it was a slaughter , but they had taken the ' initiative . They fought with the courage of despair , striving to ...
... wall , were fast meeting with a like fate . They stood no chance against us ; we cared not to make prisoners of them ; it was a slaughter , but they had taken the ' initiative . They fought with the courage of despair , striving to ...
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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?