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Pagina 33
... things that tower , that shine , whose smile makes glad , whose frown is terrible . " In the above sentence there are four emphatic points , which are represented by the following EXAMPLE OF EMPHASIS MELODY ( Diag . 5 ) . 4 STAFF OF ...
... things that tower , that shine , whose smile makes glad , whose frown is terrible . " In the above sentence there are four emphatic points , which are represented by the following EXAMPLE OF EMPHASIS MELODY ( Diag . 5 ) . 4 STAFF OF ...
Pagina 34
... things that tow'er , that shine , whose smile makes glad ' , whose frown is terrible . " In reading and speaking there is one note which pre- dominates ; and in correct reading and speaking , the pitch of this note is always in ...
... things that tow'er , that shine , whose smile makes glad ' , whose frown is terrible . " In reading and speaking there is one note which pre- dominates ; and in correct reading and speaking , the pitch of this note is always in ...
Pagina 46
... is so constituted , that , in its educa- tion , order becomes almost indispensable . Hence , any thing that interrupts methodical instruction is a serious obstacle to the growth of intellect . Nor is order Postures of the Body,
... is so constituted , that , in its educa- tion , order becomes almost indispensable . Hence , any thing that interrupts methodical instruction is a serious obstacle to the growth of intellect . Nor is order Postures of the Body,
Pagina 55
... Mr. Austin , used the double sweep , with fine effect , on these words : The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king . - Hamlet Clinching , cl . When the hand is suddenly clinched POSITION . 55.
... Mr. Austin , used the double sweep , with fine effect , on these words : The play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king . - Hamlet Clinching , cl . When the hand is suddenly clinched POSITION . 55.
Pagina 80
... things that tow'r— that shine whose smile Makes glad whose frown is terrible- whose forms Robed , or un robed , | do all the impress wear | Of awe divine . | Ye guards of liberty , | I'm with you once again ! -f I call to you | With all ...
... things that tow'r— that shine whose smile Makes glad whose frown is terrible- whose forms Robed , or un robed , | do all the impress wear | Of awe divine . | Ye guards of liberty , | I'm with you once again ! -f I call to you | With all ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 157 - 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...
Pagina 187 - Changed his hand and check'd his pride. He chose a mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse: He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen. Fallen from his high estate.
Pagina 150 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Pagina 209 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend ! " I shrieked, upstarting. " Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven,
Pagina 207 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore.
Pagina 157 - Oh, from out the sounding cells what a gush of euphony voluminously wells ! How it swells, how it dwells on the future ! How it tells of the rapture that impels to the swinging and the ringing of the bells, bells, bells, of the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells — to the rhyming and the chiming of the bells...
Pagina 133 - Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed ye may; I, with two more to help me, Will hold the foe in play. In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped by three. Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?" Then out spake Spurius Lartius ; A Ramnian proud was he: "Lo, I will stand at thy right hand, And keep the bridge with thee.
Pagina 85 - The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering' rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Pagina 133 - Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
Pagina 87 - If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms — never, never, never.