The New Franklin Fifth Reader: With a New Elocutionary Treatise, Essentials of Reading, by Mark BaileyButler, Sheldon & Company, 1884 - Всего страниц: 432 |
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... close Calmly as to a night's repose . " distinctive idea is not ' repose , ' as that is understood in bet's idea of death . The repose of death is compared □ night's repose . " Bless the Lord , O my soul , and forget not all his ...
... close Calmly as to a night's repose . " distinctive idea is not ' repose , ' as that is understood in bet's idea of death . The repose of death is compared □ night's repose . " Bless the Lord , O my soul , and forget not all his ...
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... close of a holiday . O , Robert Heath , and round to Campmount , a meadows . But it was very dull , he person . He had rather by half ha pike road . " But where is William ? " O , William started with him , bu always stopping to look at ...
... close of a holiday . O , Robert Heath , and round to Campmount , a meadows . But it was very dull , he person . He had rather by half ha pike road . " But where is William ? " O , William started with him , bu always stopping to look at ...
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... close to us , lest we should disturb the reindeer , as he said he expected every mo- ment to find his countrymen . Soon after , as we were walking in single file and keeping perfect silence , he stopped suddenly , and , pointing with ...
... close to us , lest we should disturb the reindeer , as he said he expected every mo- ment to find his countrymen . Soon after , as we were walking in single file and keeping perfect silence , he stopped suddenly , and , pointing with ...
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... close . At length Nielsen asked a civil , I might almost say in a polite manner , her we felt disposed to sleep . To this we assented ; when all was quiet , I surveyed with no little interest cene around me . Our host lighted his pipe ...
... close . At length Nielsen asked a civil , I might almost say in a polite manner , her we felt disposed to sleep . To this we assented ; when all was quiet , I surveyed with no little interest cene around me . Our host lighted his pipe ...
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... close to the railway , where he had made of a clearing . Perhaps he thought it would be ny for his wife and little ones to see the trains with people in them , besides being some protec- om the wandering tribes about . may say I got ...
... close to the railway , where he had made of a clearing . Perhaps he thought it would be ny for his wife and little ones to see the trains with people in them , besides being some protec- om the wandering tribes about . may say I got ...
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Стр. 405 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Стр. 333 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Стр. 355 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Стр. 49 - 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...
Стр. 300 - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers ; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? And sell the mighty space of our large honors, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus?
Стр. 211 - Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love ? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir.
Стр. 403 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Стр. 394 - Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Стр. 213 - Peace, peace! — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Стр. 176 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way...