Composition-literatureAllyn and Bacon, 1902 - 389 頁 |
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... Cratchit , Cratchit's wife , dressed out but poorly in a twice - turned gown , but brave in ribbons , which are cheap , and make a goodly show for sixpence ; and she laid the cloth , assisted by Belinda Cratchit , second of her ...
... Cratchit , Cratchit's wife , dressed out but poorly in a twice - turned gown , but brave in ribbons , which are cheap , and make a goodly show for sixpence ; and she laid the cloth , assisted by Belinda Cratchit , second of her ...
第 93 頁
... Cratchit , looking round . " Not coming , " said Mrs. Cratchit . " Not coming ! " said Bob , with a sudden declension in his high spirits ; for he had been Tim's blood horse all the way from church , and had come home rampant . " Not ...
... Cratchit , looking round . " Not coming , " said Mrs. Cratchit . " Not coming ! " said Bob , with a sudden declension in his high spirits ; for he had been Tim's blood horse all the way from church , and had come home rampant . " Not ...
第 94 頁
... Cratchit made the gravy ready beforehand in a little saucepan , hissing hot ; Master Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigor ; Miss Belinda sweetened up the apple - sauce ; Martha dusted the hot plates ; Bob took Tiny Tim beside ...
... Cratchit made the gravy ready beforehand in a little saucepan , hissing hot ; Master Peter mashed the potatoes with incredible vigor ; Miss Belinda sweetened up the apple - sauce ; Martha dusted the hot plates ; Bob took Tiny Tim beside ...
第 95 頁
... Cratchit said with great delight ( surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish ) , they hadn't ate it all at last ! Yet every one had had enough ; and the youngest Cratchits in particular were steeped in sage and onion to the ...
... Cratchit said with great delight ( surveying one small atom of a bone upon the dish ) , they hadn't ate it all at last ! Yet every one had had enough ; and the youngest Cratchits in particular were steeped in sage and onion to the ...
第 96 頁
... Cratchit family drew round the hearth , in what Bob Cratchit called a circle , meaning half a one ; and at Bob Cratchit's elbow stood the family display of glass , two tumblers and a custard - cup without a handle . These held the hot ...
... Cratchit family drew round the hearth , in what Bob Cratchit called a circle , meaning half a one ; and at Bob Cratchit's elbow stood the family display of glass , two tumblers and a custard - cup without a handle . These held the hot ...
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Æsop argument arrangement Assignments beginning Bob Cratchit Burns Cæsar called cause and effect character climax composition contrast Cratchit Culp's Hill described English essay expression eyes feel feet figures fire fundamental image give groups hand heart high schools hill horse iambic iambic pentameter idea interest John Gallop Julius Cæsar kind look Macaulay means ment Merchant of Venice metonymy mind morning narrative nature never night notes object observation paragraph passage Pelasgian person phrases picture poem poet poetry principle proposition prose pupils reader red squirrel round scene seems seen sentence Shakespeare shooting side sound squirrel story synecdoche Tam O'Shanter tell tence Terracina thee things thought Tiny Tim tion topic statement trees W. D. HOWELLS whole wind woods words writing
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第 118 頁 - What constitutes a State ? Not high-raised battlement or labored mound, Thick wall or moated gate ; Not cities proud with spires and turrets crowned ; Not bays and broad-armed ports, Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride ; Not starred and spangled courts, Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No : men, high-minded men...
第 296 頁 - And portance in my travel's history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak, — such was the process: And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders.
第 382 頁 - The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
第 171 頁 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news, Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, (which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet) Told of a many thousand warlike French, That were embattailed and rank'd in Kent : Another lean, unwash'd artificer Cuts off his tale, and talks of Arthur's death.
第 10 頁 - A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts; they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.
第 296 頁 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
第 47 頁 - To spend too much time in studies is sloth ; to use them too much for ornament is affectation; to make judgment wholly by their rules is the humor of a scholar. They perfect nature and are perfected by experience — for natural abilities are like natural plants, that need pruning by study; and studies themselves do give forth directions too much at large, except they be bounded in by experience.
第 33 頁 - Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad.' ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in, stones, and good in every thing.
第 98 頁 - Then they praised him, soft and low, Call'd him worthy to be loved, Truest friend and noblest foe ; Yet she neither spoke nor moved. Stole a maiden from her place, Lightly to the warrior slept, Took the face-cloth from the face ; Yet she neither moved nor wept.
第 124 頁 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; 0 listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.