Harper's First [-sixth] Reader, Книги 6Orville T. Bright, James Baldwin American Book Company, 1890 |
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... letters , it should include se- lections from so large a proportion of them as to give some no- tion of the extent , variety , and richness of the literature of our language ; and , lastly , it should in itself be a work of art , the ...
... letters , it should include se- lections from so large a proportion of them as to give some no- tion of the extent , variety , and richness of the literature of our language ; and , lastly , it should in itself be a work of art , the ...
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... letters be difficult of articulation , practice pronouncing it until it can be spoken promptly , accurately , and without special ef- fort . Sit or stand with the head erect and the chest expanded , and endeavor to acquire the habit of ...
... letters be difficult of articulation , practice pronouncing it until it can be spoken promptly , accurately , and without special ef- fort . Sit or stand with the head erect and the chest expanded , and endeavor to acquire the habit of ...
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... letters , and whom every tribe held to be the first ancestor of its kings . Our own names for the days of the week still recall to us the gods whom our English fathers worshipped in their Sleswick homeland . Wednesday is Woden's - day ...
... letters , and whom every tribe held to be the first ancestor of its kings . Our own names for the days of the week still recall to us the gods whom our English fathers worshipped in their Sleswick homeland . Wednesday is Woden's - day ...
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... letters by a maid - servant , and was sent , in his seventh year , to a village school kept by an old quartermaster on half - pay , who professed to teach noth- ing but reading , writing , and arithmetic , but who had an inexhaustible ...
... letters by a maid - servant , and was sent , in his seventh year , to a village school kept by an old quartermaster on half - pay , who professed to teach noth- ing but reading , writing , and arithmetic , but who had an inexhaustible ...
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... letters purporting to be addressed by a nobleman to his son ; and some very lively and amusing " Sketches of Lon- don Society , " in a series of letters purporting to be ad- 5 dressed by a Chinese traveller to his friends . All 106 ...
... letters purporting to be addressed by a nobleman to his son ; and some very lively and amusing " Sketches of Lon- don Society , " in a series of letters purporting to be ad- 5 dressed by a Chinese traveller to his friends . All 106 ...
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Стр. 94 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him? O Judgment: thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Стр. 202 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Стр. 203 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Стр. 315 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, [141] Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Стр. 312 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Стр. 313 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd, Or wak'd to ecstasy the living lyre.
Стр. 329 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Стр. 404 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Стр. 204 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovcst; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Стр. 376 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.