North American First Class Reader: The Sixth Book of Tower's Series for Common SchoolsSanborn, Carter, Bazin & Company, 1853 - 426 strán (strany) |
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Strana 19
... darkness , and allures from afar , under the semblance of a stream of light from a cottage window , brightening as he approaches ; while we , who fear the illusion may prove an ignis fatuus , look on with painful anxiety , expecting ...
... darkness , and allures from afar , under the semblance of a stream of light from a cottage window , brightening as he approaches ; while we , who fear the illusion may prove an ignis fatuus , look on with painful anxiety , expecting ...
Strana 22
... darkness , and the feet that wandered in error . The faultless reader should possess , for various occasions , all the qualities of the voice . The organs of articulation should be subjected to such a kind and degree of exercise , as ...
... darkness , and the feet that wandered in error . The faultless reader should possess , for various occasions , all the qualities of the voice . The organs of articulation should be subjected to such a kind and degree of exercise , as ...
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... darkness how profound ' Nor eye , nor listening ear , an object finds . Creation sleeps . ' Tis as the general pulse ... darkness shall cover us , in the darkness as in the light our obligations are yet with us . We cannot escape their ...
... darkness how profound ' Nor eye , nor listening ear , an object finds . Creation sleeps . ' Tis as the general pulse ... darkness shall cover us , in the darkness as in the light our obligations are yet with us . We cannot escape their ...
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... darkness rest upon it . " 46. " Departed spirits of the mighty dead ! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled ! Friends of the world ! restore your swords to man , Fight in his sacred cause , and lead the van . " 47. " In thoughts from the ...
... darkness rest upon it . " 46. " Departed spirits of the mighty dead ! Ye that at Marathon and Leuctra bled ! Friends of the world ! restore your swords to man , Fight in his sacred cause , and lead the van . " 47. " In thoughts from the ...
Strana 33
... darkness was under his feet ; and he rode upon a cherub , and did fly ; yea , he did fly upon the wings of the wind . " 49. " In the beginning , God created the heavens and the earth . And the earth was without form and void ; and darkness ...
... darkness was under his feet ; and he rode upon a cherub , and did fly ; yea , he did fly upon the wings of the wind . " 49. " In the beginning , God created the heavens and the earth . And the earth was without form and void ; and darkness ...
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Strana 267 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Strana 268 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood. I only speak right on: 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.
Strana 391 - IT must be so Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Strana 127 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of the unhonored dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate...
Strana 144 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to Virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt, for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Strana 142 - How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene! How often have I paused on every charm, The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topped the neighboring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made!
Strana 393 - 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...
Strana 400 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary; but when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house ! Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction?
Strana 233 - I an itching palm ? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru, The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cas. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice...
Strana 321 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! " She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,