North American Second Class Reader: The Fourth Book of Tower's Series for Common Schools : Developing Principles of Elocution, Practically Illustrated by Elementary Exercises : with Reading Lessons ... Designed to Follow the "Gradual Reader"Cady and Burgess, 1850 - 276 páginas |
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... dreams of greatness / ? those unsolid hopes of happiness / ? those longings after fame / ? those busy , bustling days / ? those gay - spent , festive nights / ? those veering thoughts , lost between good and ill , that shaped thy life ...
... dreams of greatness / ? those unsolid hopes of happiness / ? those longings after fame / ? those busy , bustling days / ? those gay - spent , festive nights / ? those veering thoughts , lost between good and ill , that shaped thy life ...
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... dreams . His mind is like a vast cathedral , through whose colored win- dows the sunlight streams , painting the aisles with the varied colors of brilliant pictures . Such minds may exist . So far as my observations have ascertained the ...
... dreams . His mind is like a vast cathedral , through whose colored win- dows the sunlight streams , painting the aisles with the varied colors of brilliant pictures . Such minds may exist . So far as my observations have ascertained the ...
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... dreams , but , like coral islands , they have risen from the depths of truth , and formed their broad sur- faces above the ocean by the minutest accretions of perse- vering labor . IDEALITY ; a talent for poetry and works of the ...
... dreams , but , like coral islands , they have risen from the depths of truth , and formed their broad sur- faces above the ocean by the minutest accretions of perse- vering labor . IDEALITY ; a talent for poetry and works of the ...
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... dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real ! life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and ...
... dream ! " For the soul is dead that slumbers , And things are not what they seem . Life is real ! life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and ...
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... dream themselves into whole mines of wealth ; they have but to seize a spade in the morning , and turn up doub- loons like potatoes ; but thou must dream of hardships , and rise to poverty - must dig thy field from year's end to year's ...
... dream themselves into whole mines of wealth ; they have but to seize a spade in the morning , and turn up doub- loons like potatoes ; but thou must dream of hardships , and rise to poverty - must dig thy field from year's end to year's ...
Términos y frases comunes
animal beauty black knight blessings blossoms boys like girls bright Cæsar called Captain Kidd Cato Charlestown circumflex creatures death dream earth elocution emphasis enjoyment evil exercise expression falling inflection father favorable feel flowers force friends genius give glorious glory grave Hampshire's granite hand happiness hast hath heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre hills hope human Hypanis Inchcape rock Jonathan Juba KNIGHT ERRANTRY labor land learned lesson live look manner meaning ment mind nature never night o'er pass passion pause perfect PERICARDIUM Peter Stuyvesant pleasure poor present pupil remaining bands ringing sound rising inflection Roche scene season sentence sentiment short sorrow soul speak spring stress sublime syllables tears tender thee thing thou thought thousand tion toil uttered voice wind wisdom Wolfert words
Pasajes populares
Página 175 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Página 135 - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Página 171 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His wither'd cheek, and tresses grey, Seem'd to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry...
Página 275 - Now, by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies now, upon them with the lance ! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Página 74 - His lord answered and said unto him, Thou wicked and slothful servant, thou knewest that I reap where I sowed not, and gather where I have not strawed: Thou oughtest therefore to have put my money to the exchangers, and then at my coming I should have received mine own with usury.
Página 128 - No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul. If it has its woes, it has likewise its delights; and when the overwhelming burst of grief is calmed into the gentle tear of recollection...
Página 91 - Speak gently ; it is better far To rule by love than fear ; Speak gently — let no harsh words mar The good we might do here.
Página 135 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Página 130 - ... then be sure that every unkind look, every ungracious word, every ungentle action, will come thronging back upon thy memory and knocking dolefully at thy soul — then be sure that thou wilt lie down sorrowing and repentant on the grave, and utter the unheard groan, and pour the unavailing tear ; more deep, more bitter, because unheard and unavailing.
Página 260 - But whatever may be our fate, be assured, be assured that this Declaration will stand. It may cost treasure, and it may cost blood; but it will stand, and it will richly compensate for both. Through the thick gloom of the present, I see the brightness of the future, as the sun in heaven.