Cyr's Fourth ReaderGinn, 1899 - 388 страници |
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... mountains , which could be seen from their windows . Here it was that he wrote " The House of the Seven Gables . " This story is full of grace and beauty , and there is a charm about its quaint characters . In 1853 , President Pierce ...
... mountains , which could be seen from their windows . Here it was that he wrote " The House of the Seven Gables . " This story is full of grace and beauty , and there is a charm about its quaint characters . In 1853 , President Pierce ...
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... mountains , and we were several nights in the snow . Besides , I know what my father did with a gentleman from Stockholm on this very road , and we'll do it to - night . " " What was it ? " " Let me take care of Axel first , " said Lars ...
... mountains , and we were several nights in the snow . Besides , I know what my father did with a gentleman from Stockholm on this very road , and we'll do it to - night . " " What was it ? " " Let me take care of Axel first , " said Lars ...
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... mountains and read their doom in the setting sun . They are shrinking before the mighty tide which is pressing them away ; they must soon hear the roar of the last wave which will settle over them forever . CHARLES DICKENS . Ŏp pressed ...
... mountains and read their doom in the setting sun . They are shrinking before the mighty tide which is pressing them away ; they must soon hear the roar of the last wave which will settle over them forever . CHARLES DICKENS . Ŏp pressed ...
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... mountain - walls A rolling organ - harmony Swells up , and shakes and falls . Then move the trees , the copses nod , Wings flutter , voices hover clear : " O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on the prize is near . " 66 So pass I ...
... mountain - walls A rolling organ - harmony Swells up , and shakes and falls . Then move the trees , the copses nod , Wings flutter , voices hover clear : " O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on the prize is near . " 66 So pass I ...
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... Mountains . There is not much farming land . The men cut wood , the women spin flax and bleach linen , and the children gather berries , tend cattle on the high mountain pastures , or act as guides to the summer travelers . A great many ...
... Mountains . There is not much farming land . The men cut wood , the women spin flax and bleach linen , and the children gather berries , tend cattle on the high mountain pastures , or act as guides to the summer travelers . A great many ...
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Страница 329 - O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O, sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O love, they die in yon rich sky. They faint on hill or field or river; Our echoes roll from soul to soul. And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Страница 127 - My good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure.
Страница 220 - ... what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder and a mob at his heels, and whether he meant to breed a riot in the village. "Alas! gentlemen...
Страница 210 - It could not be from the want of assiduity or perseverance ; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar's lance, and fish all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble.
Страница 253 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Страница 213 - Panting and fatigued, he threw himself, late in the afternoon, on a green knoll, covered with mountain herbage, that crowned the brow of a precipice. From an opening between the trees he could overlook all the lower country for many a mile of rich woodland. He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, moving on its silent but majestic 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...
Страница 221 - Where's Van Bummel, the schoolmaster?" "He went off to the wars too, was a great militia general, and is now in 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— congress— Stony Point— he had no courage to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, "Does nobody here know Rip...
Страница 209 - When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple and print their bold outlines on the clear evening sky; but sometimes when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapors about their summits, which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.
Страница 295 - It is, rather, for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us; that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion; that we here highly resolve that...
Страница 215 - 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. He was a stout old gentleman, with a weather-beaten countenance...