The Fifth Reader of the School and Family SeriesHarper & Brothers, 1861 - 538 páginas |
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... light of happy faces ' , Love ' , Hope ' , and Patience ' , these must be thy graces ' ; And in thine own ' heart ' let them first keep school ' . For as old Atlas on his broad neck places Heaven's starry globe ' , and there sustains it ...
... light of happy faces ' , Love ' , Hope ' , and Patience ' , these must be thy graces ' ; And in thine own ' heart ' let them first keep school ' . For as old Atlas on his broad neck places Heaven's starry globe ' , and there sustains it ...
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... light on Marmion's visage spread , And fired his glazing eye . With dying hand , above his head He shook the fragment of his blade , And shouted " Victory ! Charge , Chester , charge ! On , Stanley , on ! " Were the last words of ...
... light on Marmion's visage spread , And fired his glazing eye . With dying hand , above his head He shook the fragment of his blade , And shouted " Victory ! Charge , Chester , charge ! On , Stanley , on ! " Were the last words of ...
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... light me rise ' , ? My footstool earth ' , my canopy the skies . " - POPE . This passage is essentially dramatic , and admits of a certain splendor in the pronunciation expressive of the ostentation of the speaker , and the riches and ...
... light me rise ' , ? My footstool earth ' , my canopy the skies . " - POPE . This passage is essentially dramatic , and admits of a certain splendor in the pronunciation expressive of the ostentation of the speaker , and the riches and ...
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... light ; Thee ' , when the world was overspread with night . - VIRGIL . The next is from Dryden , who thus paints the sad reverse of fortune suf- fered by Darius : Deserted at his greatest need By those his former bounty fed ' , He chose ...
... light ; Thee ' , when the world was overspread with night . - VIRGIL . The next is from Dryden , who thus paints the sad reverse of fortune suf- fered by Darius : Deserted at his greatest need By those his former bounty fed ' , He chose ...
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... light without leaving a friend . Bear softly his bones over the stones : Though a pauper , he's one whom his Måker yet owns . THOMAS NOEL . Crito . The reading of this last line leads me to ask if the intonation de- noted by the ...
... light without leaving a friend . Bear softly his bones over the stones : Though a pauper , he's one whom his Måker yet owns . THOMAS NOEL . Crito . The reading of this last line leads me to ask if the intonation de- noted by the ...
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ACROGENS Angiosperms animals Arch beauty bells Bernardo black crows blood body BONY FISHES brain breath bright called cerebellum character Chimæra circumflex color common common carp Crito cultivated death DICOTYLEDONOUS division dorsal fin earth example EXOGENOUS expression falling inflection feeling feet fern fins flowers forest Fourth Reader give green grow hand heart heaven Iago kind leaves LESSON lichens light live mind moss motion mountain mullet muscles nature nerves nervous o'er ocean optic nerve passion pectoral fins pipe fishes plants poet pressure principle rays reptiles rising inflection river rose Rule Saladin seen sentence serpents shark Shylock side soft sometimes species spinal spirit stamens surface sweet thee thing thou thought tion tone tortoises trees tube turtle vegetable vessel voice weight wild words
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Página 275 - I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart : If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority : To do a great right do a little wrong ; And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Página 488 - 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!
Página 82 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind Which I respect not.
Página 534 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on : 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the " Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 220 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple...
Página 531 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony ; who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth...
Página 219 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the future!
Página 82 - All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
Página 486 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is...
Página 487 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of, forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. '"Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door: Only this and nothing more.