American Classics for Seventh and Eighth Grade Reading: With Biographical Sketches, Portraits and Suggestions for StudyHoughton Mifflin Company, 1909 - 437 pages |
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... light up like a crown of glory . may At the foot of these fairy1 mountains , the voyager have descried the light smoke curling up from a village , whose shingle - roofs gleam among the trees , just where the blue tints of the upland ...
... light up like a crown of glory . may At the foot of these fairy1 mountains , the voyager have descried the light smoke curling up from a village , whose shingle - roofs gleam among the trees , just where the blue tints of the upland ...
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... light and placid clouds ; and sometimes , tak- ing the pipe from his mouth , and letting the fragrant vapor curl about his nose , would gravely nod his head in token of perfect approbation . From even this stronghold the unlucky Rip was ...
... light and placid clouds ; and sometimes , tak- ing the pipe from his mouth , and letting the fragrant vapor curl about his nose , would gravely nod his head in token of perfect approbation . From even this stronghold the unlucky Rip was ...
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... light summer clouds out of cobwebs and morning dew , and send them off from the crest of the moun- tain , flake after flake , like flakes of carded cotton , to float in the air ; until , dissolved by the heat of the sun , they would ...
... light summer clouds out of cobwebs and morning dew , and send them off from the crest of the moun- tain , flake after flake , like flakes of carded cotton , to float in the air ; until , dissolved by the heat of the sun , they would ...
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... dim and ghastly glare of a snowy night ! With what wistful look did he eye every trembling ray of light streaming across the 1 From Milton's L'Allegro . waste fields from some distant window ! How often was 42 WASHINGTON IRVING .
... dim and ghastly glare of a snowy night ! With what wistful look did he eye every trembling ray of light streaming across the 1 From Milton's L'Allegro . waste fields from some distant window ! How often was 42 WASHINGTON IRVING .
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... light . It was , as I have said , a fine autumnal day ; the sky was clear and serene , and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance . The forests had put on their sober brown and ...
... light . It was , as I have said , a fine autumnal day ; the sky was clear and serene , and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance . The forests had put on their sober brown and ...
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Page 195 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new: Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 175 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 177 - 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.
Page 175 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house...
Page 176 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 355 - For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as 'Nevermore.
Page 363 - I was a child, and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago. In this kingdom by the sea...
Page 354 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling. By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Page 176 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there : And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep— the dead reign there alone.
Page 353 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.