Atlantic Prose and Poetry: For Junior High Schools and Upper Grammar GradesAtlantic monthly Press, 1919 - 388 oldal |
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8. oldal
... seemed to tumble from my shoulders . That tortur- ing jingle departed out of my brain , and a grateful sense of rest and peace descended upon me . I was light- hearted enough to sing ; and I did sing for half an hour , straight along ...
... seemed to tumble from my shoulders . That tortur- ing jingle departed out of my brain , and a grateful sense of rest and peace descended upon me . I was light- hearted enough to sing ; and I did sing for half an hour , straight along ...
9. oldal
... seemed to me that I must go mad if I sat there any longer ; so I un- dressed and went to bed . I stretched myself out in my berth , and well , you know what the result was . The thing went right along , just the same . ' Clack - clack ...
... seemed to me that I must go mad if I sat there any longer ; so I un- dressed and went to bed . I stretched myself out in my berth , and well , you know what the result was . The thing went right along , just the same . ' Clack - clack ...
15. oldal
... seemed to revive . In her little bamboo chair , on the porch , she swayed to and fro in the fragrant breeze , with a peculiar undulating motion , like a grace- ful tree . At times something seemed to weigh upon her mind . Antoine ...
... seemed to revive . In her little bamboo chair , on the porch , she swayed to and fro in the fragrant breeze , with a peculiar undulating motion , like a grace- ful tree . At times something seemed to weigh upon her mind . Antoine ...
16. oldal
... seemed to Antoine as if little Anglice were standing there in the garden ! The days stole by , and Antoine tended the fragile shoot , wondering what sort of blossom it would unfold , white , or scarlet , or golden . One Sunday 16 PÈRE ...
... seemed to Antoine as if little Anglice were standing there in the garden ! The days stole by , and Antoine tended the fragile shoot , wondering what sort of blossom it would unfold , white , or scarlet , or golden . One Sunday 16 PÈRE ...
39. oldal
... seemed darker than ever . As if unwilling to let the sun see the shameful job , father took me into the cabin where the storm was to fall , and sent David to the woods for a switch . While he was out selecting the switch , father put in ...
... seemed darker than ever . As if unwilling to let the sun see the shameful job , father took me into the cabin where the storm was to fall , and sent David to the woods for a switch . While he was out selecting the switch , father put in ...
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311. oldal - THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW he north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then, Poor thing? He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing.
82. oldal - Two little urchins at her knee You must paint, sir; one like me,— The other with a clearer brow, And the light of his adventurous eyes Flashing with boldest enterprise: At ten years old he went to sea, — God knoweth if he be living now, — He sailed in the good ship " Commodore,"— Nobody ever crossed her track To bring us news, and she never came back.
123. oldal - That was a dismal revelation to me; for my memory was never loaded with anything but blank cartridges. However, I did not feel discouraged long. I judged that it was best to make some allowances, for doubtless Mr. Bixby was "stretching.
118. oldal - B was going into danger again and flaying me alive with abuse of my cowardice. I was stung, but I was obliged to admire the easy confidence with which my chief loafed from side to side of his wheel, and trimmed the ships so closely that disaster seemed ceaselessly imminent. When he had cooled a little he told me that the easy water was close ashore and the current outside, and therefore we must hug the bank, upstream, to get the benefit of the former, and stay well out, downstream, to take advantage...
122. oldal - Look here! What do you suppose I told you the names of those points for?" I tremblingly considered a moment, and then the devil of temptation provoked me to say : "Well — to — to — be entertaining, I thought.
116. oldal - Paul Jones fooled away about two weeks in making the voyage from Cincinnati to New Orleans. This gave me a chance to get acquainted with one of the pilots, and he taught me how to steer the boat, and thus made the fascination of river life more potent than ever for me.
131. oldal - Mark three! Mark three! Quarter-less-three! Half twain! Quarter twain! Mark twain! Quarter-less " Mr. Bixby pulled two bell-ropes, and was answered by faint jinglings far below in the engine-room, and our speed slackened. The steam began to whistle through the gauge-cocks. The cries of the leadsmen went on — and it is a weird sound, always, in the night. Every pilot in the lot was watching now, with fixed eyes, and talking under his breath. Nobody was calm and easy but Mr. Bixby.
132. oldal - I discovered a blacker gloom than that which surrounded us. It was the head of the island. We were closing right down upon it. We entered its deeper shadow, and so imminent seemed the peril that I was likely to suffocate; and I had the strongest impulse to do something, anything, to save the vessel. But still Mr. B stood by his wheel, silent, intent as a cat, and all the pilots stood shoulder to shoulder at his back. "She'll not make it!
46. oldal - No more shall the war cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead! Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Love and tears for the Blue, Tears and love for the Gray.
304. oldal - I discerned rather than saw, covertly watching me. So I set my wits to work upon the thing, and in the course of a hundred hours or so thought I had done much — a hundred times as much as seemed possible at the start. I got interested in finding out how the scales went in series, their shape, the form and placement of the teeth, etc. Finally, I felt full of the subject and probably expressed it in my bearing ; as for words about it then, there were none from my master except his cheery "Good morning."...