The Standard Fifth Reader: With a New Treatise on Elocution and an Explanatory Index, Containing Biographical Notices of Authors, &c, Часть 2J.L Shorey, 1870 - Всего страниц: 528 |
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... Human Blindness to the Future POPE 98. Lochinvar . 100. The American Flag SIR W. SCOTT . REV . W. P. LUNT . 102. Van Artevelde's Speech 105. The Brave Man 111. A Mother's Portrait HENRY TAYLOR G. A. BURGER . • 142. Independence on ...
... Human Blindness to the Future POPE 98. Lochinvar . 100. The American Flag SIR W. SCOTT . REV . W. P. LUNT . 102. Van Artevelde's Speech 105. The Brave Man 111. A Mother's Portrait HENRY TAYLOR G. A. BURGER . • 142. Independence on ...
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... human heart , and illustrating all ages and conditions . - To teach this highest order of reading — expressive reading - by any system of rule , sign , or notation , is , we have seen , an unphilosophical and hopeless attempt , likely ...
... human heart , and illustrating all ages and conditions . - To teach this highest order of reading — expressive reading - by any system of rule , sign , or notation , is , we have seen , an unphilosophical and hopeless attempt , likely ...
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... humanity , reason , and justice tell me I ought to do . Is a politic act the worse for being a generous one ? Is no concession proper , but that which is made from your want of right to keep what you grant ? Or does it lessen the grace ...
... humanity , reason , and justice tell me I ought to do . Is a politic act the worse for being a generous one ? Is no concession proper , but that which is made from your want of right to keep what you grant ? Or does it lessen the grace ...
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... human weakness from my frame , That this keen weapon shake not , when his heart Should feel its point ; and if he has a child Whose blood is needful to the sacrifice My country asks , harden my soul to shed it ! § 61. Exercises in ...
... human weakness from my frame , That this keen weapon shake not , when his heart Should feel its point ; and if he has a child Whose blood is needful to the sacrifice My country asks , harden my soul to shed it ! § 61. Exercises in ...
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... human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death ; In years that bring the philosophic mind . Orotund , rising at the close to the high pitch of exultant joy . I hear the echoes through the mountains throng , The winds come to me ...
... human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death ; In years that bring the philosophic mind . Orotund , rising at the close to the high pitch of exultant joy . I hear the echoes through the mountains throng , The winds come to me ...
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Aaron Burr American ancient Rome arms art thou Ashton Auvergne beautiful Bingen blood blow brave breath called Cassio CATAPHRACTS character Cicero clouds death Delivery Demosthenes dost earth expression eyes father fear feel force genius gentle give glory hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven honor human Iago Index inflection justice king labor land liberty light Lioni live Lochinvar look lord loud Michael Cassio middle pitch mind mountains nation nature never night noble o'er Orotund Quality passions pauses peace PLAGUE OF EGYPT poem poet praise Pronounce pure Ravenswood rise scene sentence Shakespeare Shylock silent Sir Lucius slave slavery song soul sound speak speech spirit stanza style sword tears tell thee thine things thou thought tion tone true truth utterance voice vowel words young Zounds
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Стр. 64 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar.
Стр. 67 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Стр. 362 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Стр. 131 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Стр. 247 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest, it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings: But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice...
Стр. 401 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Стр. 46 - Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy: For the apparel oft proclaims the man...
Стр. 276 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Стр. 357 - 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: Yet simple Nature to his hope has given.
Стр. 247 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.