The Literary World: Sixth [-eighth] ReaderB.F. Johnson, 1919 - Readers |
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... hear me ? ” " Yes , Massa Will , hear you ebber so plain . " 66 Try the wood well , then , with your knife , and see if you think it very rotten . " “ Him rotten , massa , sure ' nuff , " replied the negro in a few moments , " ut not so ...
... hear me ? ” " Yes , Massa Will , hear you ebber so plain . " 66 Try the wood well , then , with your knife , and see if you think it very rotten . " “ Him rotten , massa , sure ' nuff , " replied the negro in a few moments , " ut not so ...
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... hear me ? ” " Yes , massa , needn't hollo at poor nigger dat style . " " Well ! now listen ! if you will venture out on the limb as far as you think safe , and not let go the beetle , I'll make you a present of a silver dollar as soon ...
... hear me ? ” " Yes , massa , needn't hollo at poor nigger dat style . " " Well ! now listen ! if you will venture out on the limb as far as you think safe , and not let go the beetle , I'll make you a present of a silver dollar as soon ...
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... hear her father's gouty footsteps approaching the parlor door , accompanied with the stiff clatter of Feathertop's high - heeled shoes , than she seated herself bolt upright and innocently began warbling a song . ' Polly ! Daughter ...
... hear her father's gouty footsteps approaching the parlor door , accompanied with the stiff clatter of Feathertop's high - heeled shoes , than she seated herself bolt upright and innocently began warbling a song . ' Polly ! Daughter ...
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... hears about his lost child , playfully re- marks that it would be fortunate if she herself would turn out to be Strong's daughter . For a moment the reader's interest is stimulated by this possible outcome , but Rose Chester de- stroys ...
... hears about his lost child , playfully re- marks that it would be fortunate if she herself would turn out to be Strong's daughter . For a moment the reader's interest is stimulated by this possible outcome , but Rose Chester de- stroys ...
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... Hear this boy's speech ! " 66 Say that I sent you - I , the colonel's son . They will give you money . " " What is the use of this talk ? Take up the child and the girl , and we can at least ask for the ransom . Ours are the villages on ...
... Hear this boy's speech ! " 66 Say that I sent you - I , the colonel's son . They will give you money . " " What is the use of this talk ? Take up the child and the girl , and we can at least ask for the ransom . Ours are the villages on ...
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Page 421 - 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.
Page 200 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Page 197 - This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk, 'Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Page 415 - EXCELSIOR. THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior...
Page 182 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon.
Page 185 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a Death? and are there two? Is Death that woman's mate?
Page 421 - 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 Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea,
Page 276 - Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst and to provide for it. I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging the future but...
Page 327 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, Help me, Cassius, or I sink.
Page 181 - The Sun now rose upon the right Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...