Heath Readers: Primer [-sixth] Reader, كتاب 5D.C. Heath & Company, 1903 |
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الصفحة 60
... writing , as well as at his college duties , though he did not have nearly so much time for literary work as he wished . The students were very fond of him . The pro- fessors at that time were not accustomed to call the students " Mr ...
... writing , as well as at his college duties , though he did not have nearly so much time for literary work as he wished . The students were very fond of him . The pro- fessors at that time were not accustomed to call the students " Mr ...
الصفحة 61
... writing out all these Indian stories , and he found that children could easily re- member them . The poem was widely read and translated into different languages . At one time a lady passing by a jeweller's window in New York saw some ...
... writing out all these Indian stories , and he found that children could easily re- member them . The poem was widely read and translated into different languages . At one time a lady passing by a jeweller's window in New York saw some ...
الصفحة 62
... writing a poem in a Greek form of verse , made up of long lines instead of the short lines of Hiawatha . It was the story of a young girl called Evangeline , from the French province of Acadie ( or Acadia ) , in Canada , all of whose in ...
... writing a poem in a Greek form of verse , made up of long lines instead of the short lines of Hiawatha . It was the story of a young girl called Evangeline , from the French province of Acadie ( or Acadia ) , in Canada , all of whose in ...
الصفحة 64
... writers , but did not know how to begin . Sometimes they brought him very poor work for criticism . He was patient with them all , and always sent them away encouraged and happy . Some people have criticised this kind - heartedness ...
... writers , but did not know how to begin . Sometimes they brought him very poor work for criticism . He was patient with them all , and always sent them away encouraged and happy . Some people have criticised this kind - heartedness ...
الصفحة 93
... writer of plays . He is regarded as the greatest dramatic poet that ever lived . Among his best plays are " Hamlet , " " Macbeth , " " Julius Cæsar , " " The Tempest , " and " The Merchant of Venice . " HAVE more than thou showest ...
... writer of plays . He is regarded as the greatest dramatic poet that ever lived . Among his best plays are " Hamlet , " " Macbeth , " " Julius Cæsar , " " The Tempest , " and " The Merchant of Venice . " HAVE more than thou showest ...
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answered Antonio apple tree arrow asked ball barefoot boy Bartle Massey Bassanio began Beryl Bowdoin College brought called Christmas cobbler court cried dear door England eyes fairy father fell fellow fire Ghost goal Gratiano ground hand Harry Tudor head heart Heidegger Hiawatha Hubert Jefferson JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER King knew land laugh lived Locksley Longfellow looked Marley merry MICHAEL DRAYTON morning mountain Nerissa never night old Brooke play players-up poems poet poor Portia President Prince John raft replied Rip Van Winkle Robin Hood sail schoolhouse Scrooge Scrooge's shore shot Shylock side sing songs soon stood story strong tell thee Theseus things THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON thou thought took walked Whittier wife WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Winkle writing yellow water-lily yeoman
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الصفحة 325 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
الصفحة 257 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
الصفحة 142 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
الصفحة 213 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the brute. O solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
الصفحة 270 - On entering the amphitheatre, new objects of wonder presented themselves. On a level spot in the centre was a company of odd-looking personages playing at nine-pins. They were dressed in a quaint outlandish fashion; some wore short doublets, others jerkins, with long knives in their belts, and most of them had enormous breeches, of similar style with that of the guide's.
الصفحة 239 - Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
الصفحة 158 - Where the wood-grape's clusters shine; Of the black wasp's cunning way, Mason of his walls of clay, And the architectural plans Of gray hornet artisans! — For, eschewing books and tasks, Nature answers all he asks; Hand in hand with her he walks, Face to face with her he talks, Part and parcel of her joy, — Blessings on the barefoot boy!
الصفحة 265 - Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well-oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, whichever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound.
الصفحة 184 - Now there was, not far from the place where they lay, a castle, called Doubting Castle, the owner whereof was Giant Despair, and it was in his grounds they now were sleeping ; wherefore he, getting up in the morning early, and walking up and down in his fields, caught Christian and Hopeful asleep in his grounds. Then with a grim and surly voice he bid them awake, and asked them whence they were, and what they did in his grounds. They told him they were pilgrims, and that they had lost their way.
الصفحة 274 - 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 the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip, "I have not slept here all night.