Child Classics: The Sixth ReaderBobbs-Merrill, 1917 - 365 pàgines |
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Pàgina 7
... scene ; evening was gradually advancing ; the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys ; he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village ; and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of ...
... scene ; evening was gradually advancing ; the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys ; he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village ; and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of ...
Pàgina 9
... scene but the noise of the balls , which , whenever they were rolled , echoed along the mountains like rum- bling peals of thunder . As Rip and his companion approached them , they suddenly de- sisted from their play , and stared at him ...
... scene but the noise of the balls , which , whenever they were rolled , echoed along the mountains like rum- bling peals of thunder . As Rip and his companion approached them , they suddenly de- sisted from their play , and stared at him ...
Pàgina 10
... scene of the last evening's gambol , and if he met with any of the party to demand his dog and gun . As he rose to walk , he found himself stiff in the joints and wanting in his usual activity . " These mountain beds do not agree with ...
... scene of the last evening's gambol , and if he met with any of the party to demand his dog and gun . As he rose to walk , he found himself stiff in the joints and wanting in his usual activity . " These mountain beds do not agree with ...
Pàgina 17
... scenes of his enterprise , and keep a guardian eye upon the river and the great city called by his name . That his father had once seen them in their old Dutch dresses playing at nine - pins in a hollow of the mountain ; and that he ...
... scenes of his enterprise , and keep a guardian eye upon the river and the great city called by his name . That his father had once seen them in their old Dutch dresses playing at nine - pins in a hollow of the mountain ; and that he ...
Pàgina 24
... scene of silence and desolation . Little was visible ex- cept beetling crags and the bare shingly sides of the mountains , relieved by scarcely a trace of vegetation . At length , however , we came upon a forest tract , and had no ...
... scene of silence and desolation . Little was visible ex- cept beetling crags and the bare shingly sides of the mountains , relieved by scarcely a trace of vegetation . At length , however , we came upon a forest tract , and had no ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.