Literature Reader, Том 7California state printing office, 1916 |
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... voices in the air . The whole neighborhood abounds with local tales , haunted spots , and twilight super- stitions ; stars shoot and meteors glare oftener across the valley than in any other part of the country ; and the nightmare ...
... voices in the air . The whole neighborhood abounds with local tales , haunted spots , and twilight super- stitions ; stars shoot and meteors glare oftener across the valley than in any other part of the country ; and the nightmare ...
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... voices , conning over their lessons , might be heard of a drowsy summer's day , like the hum of a beehive ; interrupted now and then by the authori- tative voice of the master , in the tone of menace or command , or , peradventure , by ...
... voices , conning over their lessons , might be heard of a drowsy summer's day , like the hum of a beehive ; interrupted now and then by the authori- tative voice of the master , in the tone of menace or command , or , peradventure , by ...
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... voice resounded far above all the rest of the congregation ; and there are peculiar quavers still to be heard in that church , and which may even be heard half a mile off , quite to the opposite side of the mill pond , on a still Sunday ...
... voice resounded far above all the rest of the congregation ; and there are peculiar quavers still to be heard in that church , and which may even be heard half a mile off , quite to the opposite side of the mill pond , on a still Sunday ...
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... voice . Still there was no answer . Once more he cudgeled the sides of the inflexible Gunpowder , and , shutting his eyes , broke forth with involuntary fervor into a psalm tune . Just then the shadowy object of alarm put itself in ...
... voice . Still there was no answer . Once more he cudgeled the sides of the inflexible Gunpowder , and , shutting his eyes , broke forth with involuntary fervor into a psalm tune . Just then the shadowy object of alarm put itself in ...
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... voice at a distance , chanting a melancholy psalm tune among the tranquil solitudes of Sleepy Hollow . -Washington Irving STUDY PLAN OF " THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW " 1 Paragraph 1 - Tarry Town and the Little Valley Words : spacious ...
... voice at a distance , chanting a melancholy psalm tune among the tranquil solitudes of Sleepy Hollow . -Washington Irving STUDY PLAN OF " THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW " 1 Paragraph 1 - Tarry Town and the Little Valley Words : spacious ...
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Сторінка 362 - Ye have heard that it hath been said, An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth: But I say unto you, That ye resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also. And if any man will sue thee at the law, and take away thy coat, let him have thy cloak also. And whosoever shall compel thee to go a mile, go with him twain.
Сторінка 101 - Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone ; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.
Сторінка 101 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace! peace!
Сторінка 97 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ! And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Сторінка 71 - 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.
Сторінка 65 - Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw, Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too, Steel of the finest, bright and blue; Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide; Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way he "put her through.
Сторінка 70 - The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom; And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb.
Сторінка 97 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
Сторінка 101 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak, unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house?
Сторінка 333 - Nicholas Vedder?" There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin piping voice, "Nicholas Vedder! why, he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the church-yard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone too.