American Classics for Seventh and Eighth Grade Reading: With Biographical Sketches, Portraits and Suggestions for StudyHoughton Mifflin, 1905 - 437 σελίδες |
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... thought or trouble , and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound . If left to himself , he would have whistled life away in perfect contentment ; but his wife kept continually dinning in his ears about his idleness , his ...
... thought or trouble , and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound . If left to himself , he would have whistled life away in perfect contentment ; but his wife kept continually dinning in his ears about his idleness , his ...
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... thought of en- countering the terrors of Dame Van Winkle . As he was about to descend , he heard a voice from a distance , hallooing , " Rip Van Winkle ! Rip Van Winkle ! " He looked round , but could see nothing but a crow winging its ...
... thought of en- countering the terrors of Dame Van Winkle . As he was about to descend , he heard a voice from a distance , hallooing , " Rip Van Winkle ! Rip Van Winkle ! " He looked round , but could see nothing but a crow winging its ...
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... thought Rip , " I have not slept here all night . " He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep . The strange man with a keg of liquor - the mountain ravine — the wild retreat among the rocks - the woe - begone party at nine ...
... thought Rip , " I have not slept here all night . " He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep . The strange man with a keg of liquor - the mountain ravine — the wild retreat among the rocks - the woe - begone party at nine ...
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... of trouble and anxiety , turned his steps home- ward . As he approached the village he met a number of people , but none whom he knew , which somewhat sur prised him , for he had thought himself acquainted with 20 WASHINGTON IRVING .
... of trouble and anxiety , turned his steps home- ward . As he approached the village he met a number of people , but none whom he knew , which somewhat sur prised him , for he had thought himself acquainted with 20 WASHINGTON IRVING .
Σελίδα 21
... thought himself acquainted with every one in the country round . Their dress , too , was of a different fashion from that to which he was accustomed . They all stared at him with equal marks of surprise , and whenever they cast their ...
... thought himself acquainted with every one in the country round . Their dress , too , was of a different fashion from that to which he was accustomed . They all stared at him with equal marks of surprise , and whenever they cast their ...
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Σελίδα 194 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Σελίδα 362 - All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute nor human — They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells!
Σελίδα 175 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Σελίδα 352 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
Σελίδα 159 - Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers.
Σελίδα 357 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Σελίδα 176 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there : And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep— the dead reign there alone.
Σελίδα 129 - Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles play! Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to flesh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, And Love can never lose its own!
Σελίδα 194 - NAUTILUS This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Σελίδα 26 - 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," exclaimed he, at his wit's end; "I'm not myself.