Child Classics: The Sixth ReaderBobbs-Merrill, 1917 - 365 Seiten |
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... hold up with one hand , as a fine lady does her train in bad weather . Rip Van Winkle , however , was one of those happy mortals , of foolish , well - oiled disposition , who take the world easy , eat white bread or brown , whichever ...
... hold up with one hand , as a fine lady does her train in bad weather . Rip Van Winkle , however , was one of those happy mortals , of foolish , well - oiled disposition , who take the world easy , eat white bread or brown , whichever ...
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... hold him from it in unconscious shame when help- lessly drunk . Home , Sweet Home ! That boy has heard it on the hand - organ , perhaps , but never in his heart - you couldn't grind it out of there with a thousand cranks . ” The ...
... hold him from it in unconscious shame when help- lessly drunk . Home , Sweet Home ! That boy has heard it on the hand - organ , perhaps , but never in his heart - you couldn't grind it out of there with a thousand cranks . ” The ...
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... hold on a second ! " continued the little fellow , in the wildest glee , darting through an opening in a high board fence at dozen steps away , and in an instant reappearing with a bulky par- cel , which , as he neared me , I discovered ...
... hold on a second ! " continued the little fellow , in the wildest glee , darting through an opening in a high board fence at dozen steps away , and in an instant reappearing with a bulky par- cel , which , as he neared me , I discovered ...
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... hold his high place under the admiring heavens . Deep would have been the blot upon his escutcheon if his chocolate had been ignobly waited on by only three men ; he must have died of two . Monseigneur had been out at a little supper ...
... hold his high place under the admiring heavens . Deep would have been the blot upon his escutcheon if his chocolate had been ignobly waited on by only three men ; he must have died of two . Monseigneur had been out at a little supper ...
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... hold of , at the re- ception of Monseigneur . Unbelieving Philosophers who were re- modeling the world with words , and making card - towers of Babel to scale the skies with , talked with unbelieving Chemists who had an eye on the ...
... hold of , at the re- ception of Monseigneur . Unbelieving Philosophers who were re- modeling the world with words , and making card - towers of Babel to scale the skies with , talked with unbelieving Chemists who had an eye on the ...
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ain't American Annie ARTEMIDORUS bear blood brother Brutus Cæsar Calpurnia carriage Casca Cassius Cicero Cinna Citizen Clitus cloud dark dead death Decius door doth Enoch Enter Exeunt eyes face father fear fell gave give Gluck gold Golden River hand hath head hear heard heart honor hour Indian Jamesy Jenny Lind jist Julius Cæsar Lafayette Ligarius little fellow live look lord Lucilius Lucius Mark Antony Messala Metellus Monseigneur Monsieur the Marquis morning mountain never night noble Octavius old gentleman once passed Philip Pindarus poor Portia Rip Van Winkle Roman Rome round Saladin scene Schwartz side smile soldier speak spirit spoke stand stone stood streets sword tell thee things thou thought Titinius to-day took Treasure Valley Trebonius trees turn village voice Volumnius Washington word
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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!
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.