The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed for the Highest Class in Public and Private SchoolsThomas Cowperthwait & Company, 1845 - 484 pagina's |
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Pagina 35
... deep ; may count The sands or the sun's rays ; but , God ! for thee There is no weight nor measure : none can mount Up to thy mysteries . Reason's brightest spark , Though kindled by thy light , in vain would try To trace thy counsels ...
... deep ; may count The sands or the sun's rays ; but , God ! for thee There is no weight nor measure : none can mount Up to thy mysteries . Reason's brightest spark , Though kindled by thy light , in vain would try To trace thy counsels ...
Pagina 41
... deep and quiet feeling . Matilda has more imagination , more liveli- ness , more enthusiasm , and more sentiment . Mary is slow in forming attachments , and is very constant to her old friends ; but Matilda is apt to be bewitched with ...
... deep and quiet feeling . Matilda has more imagination , more liveli- ness , more enthusiasm , and more sentiment . Mary is slow in forming attachments , and is very constant to her old friends ; but Matilda is apt to be bewitched with ...
Pagina 42
... deep philosophy of Words- worth . If Matilda could find out some beautiful being that was dying of a consumption , or a broken heart , or any such interesting disease , in a chamber tastefully adorned with flowers , dressed in robes of ...
... deep philosophy of Words- worth . If Matilda could find out some beautiful being that was dying of a consumption , or a broken heart , or any such interesting disease , in a chamber tastefully adorned with flowers , dressed in robes of ...
Pagina 43
... deep feeling , and is ready to do any thing for her , and to contribute to her happiness in any way she can . She goes to see her nearly every day , and lights up the invalid's cham- ber , like a sunbeam , with her sweet looks . She ...
... deep feeling , and is ready to do any thing for her , and to contribute to her happiness in any way she can . She goes to see her nearly every day , and lights up the invalid's cham- ber , like a sunbeam , with her sweet looks . She ...
Pagina 45
... deep glen ; the grassy glade ; and the silent grove . Here are the lofty oak , the beech , that " wreaths its old fantastic roots so high , " the rustling pine , and the drooping willow ; —the tree that sheds its pale leaves with every ...
... deep glen ; the grassy glade ; and the silent grove . Here are the lofty oak , the beech , that " wreaths its old fantastic roots so high , " the rustling pine , and the drooping willow ; —the tree that sheds its pale leaves with every ...
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The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed ... William Draper Swan Volledige weergave - 1848 |
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Pagina 179 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream ! For the soul is dead that slumbers. And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; "Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Pagina 78 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power. In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard ; Then wore his monarch's...
Pagina 393 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing...
Pagina 77 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free. And many a tyrant since : their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts; — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Pagina 260 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Pagina 170 - Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Pagina 121 - T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here? For Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae!
Pagina 158 - 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...
Pagina 448 - What constitutes a state ? Not high-raised battlement or labored mound, Thick wall or moated gate ; Not cities proud, with spires and turrets crowned ; Not bays and broad-armed ports, Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride ; Not starred and spangled courts, Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No: MEN, high-minded MEN...
Pagina 168 - Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation ? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth ; to know the worst, and to provide for it.