The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation: Selected Principally from Modern Authors of Great Britain and America, and Designed for the Use of the Highest Class in Public and Private SchoolsGeorge F. Cooledge, 1835 - 480 strán (strany) |
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Strana 15
... fear to admit the sentiments , and to cultivate the spirit of devotion ; there is nothing tedious , dull , or irksome in it . It is pleasant even as pleasure's self . Though I am about to adopt the language of a poet , it is not the ...
... fear to admit the sentiments , and to cultivate the spirit of devotion ; there is nothing tedious , dull , or irksome in it . It is pleasant even as pleasure's self . Though I am about to adopt the language of a poet , it is not the ...
Strana 16
... fear , and worship , and love God . Your eyes indeed cannot yet see him , but all things which you see , are so many marks of his power , and presence , and he is nearer to you , than any thing which you can see . Take him for your Lord ...
... fear , and worship , and love God . Your eyes indeed cannot yet see him , but all things which you see , are so many marks of his power , and presence , and he is nearer to you , than any thing which you can see . Take him for your Lord ...
Strana 17
... fear , and to abstain from every thing which is not according to his will . W Next to this , love all mankind with such tenderness and af- fection , as you love yourself . Think how God loves all man- kind how merciful he is to them ...
... fear , and to abstain from every thing which is not according to his will . W Next to this , love all mankind with such tenderness and af- fection , as you love yourself . Think how God loves all man- kind how merciful he is to them ...
Strana 35
... fear of death ? Comest thou to seek it like a desperado , a madman ? Pyth . I come to suffer it , though I have not deserved it ; I cannot find it in my heart to let my friend die in my stead . Diony . Thou lovest him better than ...
... fear of death ? Comest thou to seek it like a desperado , a madman ? Pyth . I come to suffer it , though I have not deserved it ; I cannot find it in my heart to let my friend die in my stead . Diony . Thou lovest him better than ...
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... fear you , they detest you . Diony . Damon ! Pythias ! vouchsafe to admit me be- tween you , to be the third friend of so perfect a society ; I give you your lives , and will load you with riches . Damon . We have no occasion for thy ...
... fear you , they detest you . Diony . Damon ! Pythias ! vouchsafe to admit me be- tween you , to be the third friend of so perfect a society ; I give you your lives , and will load you with riches . Damon . We have no occasion for thy ...
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Strana 256 - Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings, — yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep, — the dead reign there alone.
Strana 255 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Strana 252 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Strana 452 - ... tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
Strana 455 - 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...
Strana 469 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Strana 353 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Strana 456 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Strana 374 - And he divided unto them his living. And not many days after the younger son gathered all together and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living and when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land; and he began to be in want. And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would . . . fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat; and no man gave unto...
Strana 352 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill; Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...