The Gradual Reader, First Step, Or, Exercises in Articulation: Designed to Develop and Strengthen the Organs of Speech, and to Facilitate the Correct Utterance of the Elementary Sounds and Their Combinations : Published Without the Reading Lessons, at the Request of Teachers : for the Use of Pupils in the Higher Classes

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Charles Stimpson, 1842 - 56 strán (strany)

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Strana 33 - Blanc! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form, Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines How silently! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black — An ebon mass. Methinks thou...
Strana 37 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed; in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime, — The image of Eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Strana 10 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.
Strana 36 - Cheops or Cephrenes architect Of either Pyramid that bears his name? Is Pompey's pillar really a misnomer? Had Thebes a hundred gates, as sung by Homer?
Strana 33 - But this I will avow, that I have scorned, And still do scorn, to hide my sense of wrong. Who brands me on the forehead, breaks my sword, Or lays the bloody scourge upon my back, Wrongs me not half so much as he who shuts The gates of honor on me — turning out The Roman from his birthright; and for what?
Strana 8 - mid the silence lie ! By that blue arch, this beauteous Earth Mid Evening's hour of dewy mirth Seems bound unto the sky. O ! that this lovely Vale were mine ! Then, from glad youth to calm decline, My years would gently glide ; Hope would rejoice in endless Dreams, And memory's oft-returning gleams By Peace be sanctified.
Strana 20 - But the soul of one has fled. He was the proudest in his strength, The manliest of ye all: Why lies he at that fearful length, And ye around his pall ? Ye reckon it in days, since he Strode up that foot-worn aisle, With his dark eye flashing gloriously.
Strana 16 - Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring ; I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.

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