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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... voice from a distance , hallooing , " Rip Van Winkle ! Rip Van Winkle ! " He looked round , but could see nothing but a crow winging its solitary flight across the moun- tain . He thought his fancy must have deceived him , and turned ...
... voice from a distance , hallooing , " Rip Van Winkle ! Rip Van Winkle ! " He looked round , but could see nothing but a crow winging its solitary flight across the moun- tain . He thought his fancy must have deceived him , and turned ...
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... voice of Dame Van Winkle . He found the house gone to decay the roof fallen in , the windows shattered , and the doors off the hinges . A half - starved dog that - looked like Wolf was skulking about it . Rip called RIP VAN WINKLE . 21.
... voice of Dame Van Winkle . He found the house gone to decay the roof fallen in , the windows shattered , and the doors off the hinges . A half - starved dog that - looked like Wolf was skulking about it . Rip called RIP VAN WINKLE . 21.
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... voice , and then again all was silence . - He now hurried forth , and hastened to his old re- sort , the village inn- but it , too , was gone . A large , rickety wooden building stood in its place , with great gaping windows , some of ...
... voice , and then again all was silence . - He now hurried forth , and hastened to his old re- sort , the village inn- but it , too , was gone . A large , rickety wooden building stood in its place , with great gaping windows , some of ...
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... voice : " Nicholas Ved- der ? why , he is dead and gone these eighteen years ! There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that used to tell all about him , but that's rotten and gone too . " " Where's Brom Dutcher ? " " Oh , he went ...
... voice : " Nicholas Ved- der ? why , he is dead and gone these eighteen years ! There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that used to tell all about him , but that's rotten and gone too . " " Where's Brom Dutcher ? " " Oh , he went ...
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... voice , all awakened a train of recollections in his mind . " What is your name , my good woman ? " asked he . " Judith Gardenier . " " And your father's name ? " " Ah , poor man , Rip Van Winkle was his name , but it's twenty years ...
... voice , all awakened a train of recollections in his mind . " What is your name , my good woman ? " asked he . " Judith Gardenier . " " And your father's name ? " " Ah , poor man , Rip Van Winkle was his name , but it's twenty years ...
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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.