Exercises in Rhetorical Reading: With a Series of Introductory Lessons, Particularly Designed to Familiarize Readers with the Pauses and Other Marks in General Use, and Lead Them to the Practice of Modulation and Inflection of the VoiceA.S. Barnes & Company, 1849 - Всего страниц: 432 |
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... hour when I was first shut up ( under lock and key , I believe ) to indite a dutiful epistle to an honored aunt ? 259. To such unhappy persons , then , I would fain offer a few hints , ( the fruit of long experience , ) which may prove ...
... hour when I was first shut up ( under lock and key , I believe ) to indite a dutiful epistle to an honored aunt ? 259. To such unhappy persons , then , I would fain offer a few hints , ( the fruit of long experience , ) which may prove ...
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... hour is come . 296. The mountain thy pall and thy prison -- may keep thee . 297. And Babylon shall become - she that was the beauty of kingdoms , the glory of the pride of the Chal- deans — as the overthrow of Sodom and Gomorrah by the ...
... hour is come . 296. The mountain thy pall and thy prison -- may keep thee . 297. And Babylon shall become - she that was the beauty of kingdoms , the glory of the pride of the Chal- deans — as the overthrow of Sodom and Gomorrah by the ...
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... hour is but an echo of death's summons loud - the jarring of the dark grave's prison door . Into its deep abyss - devouring all - kings . and the friends of kings alike must fall . 305. No persuasion could induce little Flora to leave ...
... hour is but an echo of death's summons loud - the jarring of the dark grave's prison door . Into its deep abyss - devouring all - kings . and the friends of kings alike must fall . 305. No persuasion could induce little Flora to leave ...
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... hour of existence to the last , from the cradle of the infant , beside which the mother watches with unslumbering eye , to the grave of the aged , where the son pours his last tears upon the bier of his father , — in all that ...
... hour of existence to the last , from the cradle of the infant , beside which the mother watches with unslumbering eye , to the grave of the aged , where the son pours his last tears upon the bier of his father , — in all that ...
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... hour to Europe's fate shall set the triumph seal ! ― 341. What dreadful pleasure ! there to stand sublime , like shipwrecked mariner on desert coast , and see the enor- mous waste of vapor , tossed in billows lengthening to the horizon ...
... hour to Europe's fate shall set the triumph seal ! ― 341. What dreadful pleasure ! there to stand sublime , like shipwrecked mariner on desert coast , and see the enor- mous waste of vapor , tossed in billows lengthening to the horizon ...
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Стр. 78 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look! in this place ran Cassius...
Стр. 78 - 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.
Стр. 319 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Стр. 232 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Стр. 117 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread fathomless alone.
Стр. 96 - Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires; Strike — for the green graves of your sires, God — and your native land!
Стр. 322 - And that he was seen of Cephas, then of the twelve: After that, he was seen of above five hundred brethren at once; of whom the greater part remain unto this present, but some are fallen asleep. After that he was seen of James; then of all the apostles. And last of all he was seen of me also, as of one born out of due time.
Стр. 370 - And he said unto him, Thy brother is come; and thy father hath killed the fatted calf, because he hath received him safe and sound.
Стр. 57 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Стр. 182 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are...