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 31
... rock is removed out of his place . The waters wear the stones , the things which grow out of the dust of the earth ... rocks crumble , the trees fall , the leaves fade , and the grass withers . The clouds are flying , and the waters are ...
... rock is removed out of his place . The waters wear the stones , the things which grow out of the dust of the earth ... rocks crumble , the trees fall , the leaves fade , and the grass withers . The clouds are flying , and the waters are ...
Pagina 53
... rock , And to the sluggish clod , which the rude swain Turns with his share , and treads upon . The oak Shall send his roots abroad , and pierce thy mould . Yet not to thy eternal resting - place Shalt thou retire alone ; nor couldst ...
... rock , And to the sluggish clod , which the rude swain Turns with his share , and treads upon . The oak Shall send his roots abroad , and pierce thy mould . Yet not to thy eternal resting - place Shalt thou retire alone ; nor couldst ...
Pagina 56
... down , Through woods and rocks , that hang on high , Like clouds against the deep - blue sky . The woven sounds of bird and stream Are falling beautiful 56 DISTRICT SCHOOL READER . 66 Morning in Spring GEORGE D PRENTICE.
... down , Through woods and rocks , that hang on high , Like clouds against the deep - blue sky . The woven sounds of bird and stream Are falling beautiful 56 DISTRICT SCHOOL READER . 66 Morning in Spring GEORGE D PRENTICE.
Pagina 70
... rock , where the eye can discern no soil for its roots to grasp , and sustain its slender stalk . We behold her as she came from the hands of her Maker , who seems to have created her in a spirit of rebuke to the pride of civilization ...
... rock , where the eye can discern no soil for its roots to grasp , and sustain its slender stalk . We behold her as she came from the hands of her Maker , who seems to have created her in a spirit of rebuke to the pride of civilization ...
Pagina 74
... rocks would raise To guard their dust and speak their praise ; Ye who , should some other band With hostile foot defile the land , Feel that ye , like them , would wake , Like them the yoke of bondage break , Nor leave a battle - blade ...
... rocks would raise To guard their dust and speak their praise ; Ye who , should some other band With hostile foot defile the land , Feel that ye , like them , would wake , Like them the yoke of bondage break , Nor leave a battle - blade ...
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The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed ... William Draper Swan Volledige weergave - 1848 |
The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed ... William Draper Swan Volledige weergave - 1845 |
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Pagina 330 - And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honorable man.
Pagina 331 - 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...
Pagina 120 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse: Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Pagina 158 - 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 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 396 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Pagina 156 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in...
Pagina 331 - 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.
Pagina 121 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
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?