The Standard Fifth Reader, Том 2J.L. Shorey, 1871 |
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... ū - ry , nature . To indicate the modification caused by r after a long vowel , a slight alteration of the long mark is employed , as in fare , mere , ire , ore , cure . ( of'n ) , heav'en ( hev'n ) , e'ven PRONUNCIATION . 13 The Sonnet.
... ū - ry , nature . To indicate the modification caused by r after a long vowel , a slight alteration of the long mark is employed , as in fare , mere , ire , ore , cure . ( of'n ) , heav'en ( hev'n ) , e'ven PRONUNCIATION . 13 The Sonnet.
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... cause you have your evidence - room full of titles , and your magazines stuffed with arms to enforce them ? What signify all those titles , and all those arms ? Of what avail are they , when the reason of the thing tells me that the ...
... cause you have your evidence - room full of titles , and your magazines stuffed with arms to enforce them ? What signify all those titles , and all those arms ? Of what avail are they , when the reason of the thing tells me that the ...
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... cause is obvious ; for those are unavoidably driven to maintain their pretensions by violence , who want arguments and reasons to prove that they are in the right . 9. If a Jew wrong a Christian , what is his . . humility ? Revenge . If ...
... cause is obvious ; for those are unavoidably driven to maintain their pretensions by violence , who want arguments and reasons to prove that they are in the right . 9. If a Jew wrong a Christian , what is his . . humility ? Revenge . If ...
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... cause , it is the cause , my soul ! Let me not name it to you , you chaste stars ! It is the cause . Yet I'll not shed her blood ; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow , And smooth as monumental al abaster . Yet she must die ...
... cause , it is the cause , my soul ! Let me not name it to you , you chaste stars ! It is the cause . Yet I'll not shed her blood ; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow , And smooth as monumental al abaster . Yet she must die ...
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... cause : the block may soak their gore ; Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls , But still their spirit walks abroad . Though years Elapse , and others share as dark a doom , - They but ...
... cause : the block may soak their gore ; Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls , But still their spirit walks abroad . Though years Elapse , and others share as dark a doom , - They but ...
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The Standard Fifth Reader: (first-class Standard Reader) : for ..., Часть 2 Epes Sargent Полный просмотр - 1868 |
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Стр. 449 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Стр. 89 - The basis of our political systems is the right of the people to make and to alter their constitutions of government. But the constitution which at any time exists till changed by an explicit and authentic act of the whole people is sacredly obligatory upon all. The very idea of the power and the right of the people to establish government presupposes the duty of every individual to obey the established government.
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. 141 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched 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 honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
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. 42 - We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor ; this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Стр. 331 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Стр. 193 - Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
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. 417 - 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, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.