Child Classics: The Sixth ReaderBobbs-Merrill, 1917 - 365 pagini |
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Pagina 4
... Morning , noon , and night her tongue was incessantly going , and everything he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence . Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind ; he shrugged his shoulders ...
... Morning , noon , and night her tongue was incessantly going , and everything he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of household eloquence . Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind ; he shrugged his shoulders ...
Pagina 5
... morning till night , just moving sufficiently to avoid the sun , and keep in the shade of a large tree ; so that the neighbors could tell the hour by his move- ments as accurately as by a sun - dial . It is true , he was rarely heard to ...
... morning till night , just moving sufficiently to avoid the sun , and keep in the shade of a large tree ; so that the neighbors could tell the hour by his move- ments as accurately as by a sun - dial . It is true , he was rarely heard to ...
Pagina 9
... green knoll from 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 twit- tering among the bushes , and the eagle was wheeling 2 RIP VAN WINKLE 9.
... green knoll from 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 twit- tering among the bushes , and the eagle was wheeling 2 RIP VAN WINKLE 9.
Pagina 11
... morning was passing away , and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast . He grieved to give up his dog and gun ; he dreaded to meet his wife ; but it would not do to starve among the mountains . He shook his head , shouldered the ...
... morning was passing away , and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast . He grieved to give up his dog and gun ; he dreaded to meet his wife ; but it would not do to starve among the mountains . He shook his head , shouldered the ...
Pagina 19
... morning dew , and send them off from the crest of the mountain , flake after flake , like flakes of carded cotton , to float in the air ; until dissolved by the heat of the sun , they would fall in gentle showers , causing the grass to ...
... morning dew , and send them off from the crest of the mountain , flake after flake , like flakes of carded cotton , to float in the air ; until dissolved by the heat of the sun , they would fall in gentle showers , causing the grass to ...
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Pagina 318 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Pagina 297 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer,— Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Pagina 126 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts!
Pagina 297 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe : censure me in your -wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Pagina 335 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man!
Pagina 254 - I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius," As a sick girl. Ye gods, it doth amaze me, A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world, And bear the palm alone.
Pagina 211 - While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — But all these charms are fled.
Pagina 223 - Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness, are there; And piety with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty, and faithful love.
Pagina 3 - The children of the village, too, would shout with joy whenever he approached. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians. Whenever he went dodging about the village, he was surrounded by a troop of them, hanging on his skirts, clambering on his back, and playing a thousand tricks on him with impunity; and not a dog would bark at him throughout the neighborhood.
Pagina 211 - And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain: No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way. Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.