The Standard Fifth Reader: With a New Treatise on Elocution and an Explanatory Index, Containing Biographical Notices of Authors, &c, Partie 2J.L Shorey, 1870 - 528 pages |
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... Live • 7. The Seventh Plague of Egypt 9. Our Country 11. Ring out , wild Bells 13. The Sonnet 17. How sleep the Brave 19. Destruction of the Philistines 23. Not Yet 25. Under the Leaves 28. The Bridal of Malahide 30. Address to a Wild ...
... Live • 7. The Seventh Plague of Egypt 9. Our Country 11. Ring out , wild Bells 13. The Sonnet 17. How sleep the Brave 19. Destruction of the Philistines 23. Not Yet 25. Under the Leaves 28. The Bridal of Malahide 30. Address to a Wild ...
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... can be no such thing as a peaceable secession . Peace- able secession is an utter impossibility` . Is the great constitu- tion under which we live , covering this whole country 32 SARGENT'S NEW FIFTH READER . The Lay of Sir William Wallace.
... can be no such thing as a peaceable secession . Peace- able secession is an utter impossibility` . Is the great constitu- tion under which we live , covering this whole country 32 SARGENT'S NEW FIFTH READER . The Lay of Sir William Wallace.
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... live , covering this whole country , is it to be thawed and melted away by secession , as the snows on the mountain melt under the influence of a vernal sun , disappear almost unobserved , and run off ' ? No , sir ! No , sir ! I will ...
... live , covering this whole country , is it to be thawed and melted away by secession , as the snows on the mountain melt under the influence of a vernal sun , disappear almost unobserved , and run off ' ? No , sir ! No , sir ! I will ...
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... live at the same time 4. What ' ! will a man play tricks ' , will he indulge A silly , fond conceit of his fair form , And just proportion , fashionable mien , And pretty face , in presence of his God " ? Or will he seek to dazzle me ...
... live at the same time 4. What ' ! will a man play tricks ' , will he indulge A silly , fond conceit of his fair form , And just proportion , fashionable mien , And pretty face , in presence of his God " ? Or will he seek to dazzle me ...
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... live , torn from your arms , distained , Dishonored ; and , if ye dare call for justice , Be answered by the lash ! Yet this is Rome , That sate on her seven hills , and from her throne Of beauty ruled the world ! Yet , we are ROMANS ...
... live , torn from your arms , distained , Dishonored ; and , if ye dare call for justice , Be answered by the lash ! Yet this is Rome , That sate on her seven hills , and from her throne Of beauty ruled the world ! Yet , we are ROMANS ...
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Expressions et termes fréquents
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
Fréquemment cités
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 46 - Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy: For the apparel oft proclaims the man...
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.