Child Classics, 書籍 5Bobbs-Merrill, 1909 |
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... ICHABOD CRANE • William Cullen Bryant 251 • Washington Irving 252 THE FORUM SCENE FROM JULIUS CAESAR William Shakespeare 272 THE SIEGE OF LEYDEN TO A SKYLARK · . John Lothrop Motley 283 • Percy Bysshe Shelley 293 THE LADY OF SHALOTT ...
... ICHABOD CRANE • William Cullen Bryant 251 • Washington Irving 252 THE FORUM SCENE FROM JULIUS CAESAR William Shakespeare 272 THE SIEGE OF LEYDEN TO A SKYLARK · . John Lothrop Motley 283 • Percy Bysshe Shelley 293 THE LADY OF SHALOTT ...
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... , And that soft time of sunny showers , When the wide bloom , on earth that lies , Seems of a brighter world than ours . Abridged . ICHABOD CRANE BY WASHINGTON IRVING The nation was only seven MARCH MARCH ICHABOD CRANE William Cullen ...
... , And that soft time of sunny showers , When the wide bloom , on earth that lies , Seems of a brighter world than ours . Abridged . ICHABOD CRANE BY WASHINGTON IRVING The nation was only seven MARCH MARCH ICHABOD CRANE William Cullen ...
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... Ichabod Crane's wild ride , he explored with his gun . Rip Van Winkle and The Legend of Sleepy Hollow are the most famous numbers in Irving's Sketch - Book . Many of Irving's mature years were spent abroad first in search of health and ...
... Ichabod Crane's wild ride , he explored with his gun . Rip Van Winkle and The Legend of Sleepy Hollow are the most famous numbers in Irving's Sketch - Book . Many of Irving's mature years were spent abroad first in search of health and ...
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Georgia Alexander. On a fine autumnal afternoon , Ichabod , in pensive mood , sat enthroned on the lofty stool whence he usually watched all the concerns of his little literary realm . In his hand he ... Ichabod to attend. ICHABOD CRANE 253.
Georgia Alexander. On a fine autumnal afternoon , Ichabod , in pensive mood , sat enthroned on the lofty stool whence he usually watched all the concerns of his little literary realm . In his hand he ... Ichabod to attend. ICHABOD CRANE 253.
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... Ichabod now spent at least an extra half- hour at his toilet , brushing and furbishing up his best , and indeed only , suit of rusty black , and arranging his looks by a bit of broken looking - glass , that hung up in the school - house ...
... Ichabod now spent at least an extra half- hour at his toilet , brushing and furbishing up his best , and indeed only , suit of rusty black , and arranging his looks by a bit of broken looking - glass , that hung up in the school - house ...
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Abridged Andy Antony arms asked Bashkirs battle bells Ben-Hur born Brutus burned Cæsar called Camelot cannon Captain chaise Cranford cried Crito dark dead deck Doctor Don Quixote Ernest eyes father fight fire fleet gave give glory hand hath head hear heard heart Hector honor horse Ichabod Indiana John Halifax JULIUS CÆSAR King knew Lady of Shalott land laughed letter live look Lord Maggie Mark Antony master Master of Ballantrae mother never night noble Pahom Phil Adams Pickwick poet poor postmaster Ralph Waldo Emerson road Robert Louis Stevenson round saddle Second Citizen seemed ship side Sigurd silent Silver simple old soul Squire Stone Face stood story tell thee thing thou thought trees turned versts walk wife wind Winkle word Zoeterwoude
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53 ページ - 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.
229 ページ - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
31 ページ - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
166 ページ - Far-called, our navies melt away, On dune and headland sinks the fire; Lo all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre. Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
32 ページ - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At' that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
226 ページ - Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting.place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground.
303 ページ - Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging.
278 ページ - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!
216 ページ - For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
309 ページ - ... full many a gem of purest ray serene the dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear : full many a flower is born to blush unseen, and waste its sweetness on the desert air. some village Hampden that with dauntless breast the little tyrant of his fields withstood, some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood.