The Standard Fourth Reader for Public and Private Schools: Containing a Thorough Course of Preliminary Exercises in Articulation, Pronunciation, Accent, &c., Numerous Exercises in Reading, a New System of References, and a Copious Explanatory IndexPhillips, Sampson, 1857 - 336 páginas |
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Página 78
... stood at the door , now entered , and to him the king gave the petition . This second page began by hemming and clearing his throat in such an affected manner , that the king jocosely asked him if he had n't slept in the public garden ...
... stood at the door , now entered , and to him the king gave the petition . This second page began by hemming and clearing his throat in such an affected manner , that the king jocosely asked him if he had n't slept in the public garden ...
Página 88
... stood stock - still . In short , he would have soon bled to death , had not a brave girl , who came up , slipped off a scarf from her neck and bound it tight above the wound , by which means the bleeding was stopped till proper help ...
... stood stock - still . In short , he would have soon bled to death , had not a brave girl , who came up , slipped off a scarf from her neck and bound it tight above the wound , by which means the bleeding was stopped till proper help ...
Página 96
... stood looking at it till it was quite lost . What a glorious sight ! The clouds were tinged with purple and crimson , and yellow , of all shades and hues , and the clear sky varied from blue to a fine green at the horizon . But how ...
... stood looking at it till it was quite lost . What a glorious sight ! The clouds were tinged with purple and crimson , and yellow , of all shades and hues , and the clear sky varied from blue to a fine green at the horizon . But how ...
Página 102
... stood up on benches and waved their handkerchiefs . The old men wiped the gathering moisture from the corners of their eyes , and clapped their hands . Those clumsy boots on Hartley's feet seemed a prouder ornament than a crown would ...
... stood up on benches and waved their handkerchiefs . The old men wiped the gathering moisture from the corners of their eyes , and clapped their hands . Those clumsy boots on Hartley's feet seemed a prouder ornament than a crown would ...
Página 118
... stood . Hilarian commanded that he should be beaten away . The wretched old man received a blow with a stick , whilst the judge condemned Vivia and other Christians to be exposed to wild beasts in the amphitheatre . Vivia's infant was ...
... stood . Hilarian commanded that he should be beaten away . The wretched old man received a blow with a stick , whilst the judge condemned Vivia and other Christians to be exposed to wild beasts in the amphitheatre . Vivia's infant was ...
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Términos y frases comunes
accent acute accent Altorf Anon articulation aspirate bear ships beautiful beneath blessing breath called Canute Carthage cheerful child consonant sound Cousin cried death diphthong Don G Don Gomez earth elementary sound Ellipsis eyes fall father fear feel Gelert Gesler give Grim hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hope inflection Italicized king laugh letters Lictor liquid consonant live look Lord majesty means mind mountain nasal consonant never night noun o'er obscure Oliver Cromwell Peter phaëton pitch poor Practise the Exercises pronounced reader replied rich river Rolla sentence short sound smile Socrates soul sound of long sound of short speak stood syllable tell thee thine things thou thought tion triphthong truth Tutor utterance Vivia vocal voice vowel vowel sounds walk words young youth ΕΙ
Pasajes populares
Página 257 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Página 238 - There shall be sung another golden age, The rise of empire and of arts, The good and great inspiring epic rage, The wisest heads and noblest hearts. Not such as Europe breeds in her decay : Such as she bred when fresh and young, When heavenly flame did animate her clay, By future poets shall be sung. Westward the course of empire takes its way ; The first four acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day ; Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Página 295 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to GOD.
Página 110 - Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep : so shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth, and thy want as an armed man.
Página 266 - How bright the unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! 5 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies, While heaven and earth combine to say, " How blest the righteous when he dies !
Página 182 - Who can doubt that in the course of time and things the fruits of such a plan would richly repay any temporary advantages which might be lost by a steady adherence to it? Can it be that Providence has not connected the permanent felicity of a Nation with its virtue? The experiment, at least, is recommended by every sentiment which ennobles human nature. Alas ! is it rendered impossible by its vices...
Página 139 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee: Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues.
Página 254 - to use all the means which God and Nature have put into our hands." I am astonished, I am shocked, to hear such principles confessed — to hear them avowed in this house or in this country...
Página 254 - If I were an American as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms — never, never, never!
Página 116 - Moreover, my father, see, yea, see the skirt of thy robe in my hand; for in that I cut off the skirt of thy robe, and killed thee not, know thou and see that there is neither evil nor transgression in mine hand, and I have not sinned against thee; yet thou huntest my soul to take it.