The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed for the Highest Class in Public and Private SchoolsThomas Cowperthwait & Company, 1845 - 484 sidor |
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... poor sufferer is left alone with his God to die , and where Sentiment , with its delicate nerves , would faint with horror . Sentiment will head a subscription - paper with a glowing appeal in behalf of the distressed object ; but ...
... poor sufferer is left alone with his God to die , and where Sentiment , with its delicate nerves , would faint with horror . Sentiment will head a subscription - paper with a glowing appeal in behalf of the distressed object ; but ...
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... poor sailor and the mother of many children , who lived near them , rushed into the house with the utmost disorder of look and manner , and told them , with the pas- sionate lamentation customary to persons in her rank of life , in ...
... poor sailor and the mother of many children , who lived near them , rushed into the house with the utmost disorder of look and manner , and told them , with the pas- sionate lamentation customary to persons in her rank of life , in ...
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... poor old lady . She is restless , and fidgets on her chair while she is in the room , and soon makes an excuse to be gone . But Mary regularly devotes a certain portion of her time to her grandmother . She will read the newspaper to her ...
... poor old lady . She is restless , and fidgets on her chair while she is in the room , and soon makes an excuse to be gone . But Mary regularly devotes a certain portion of her time to her grandmother . She will read the newspaper to her ...
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... poor , the gay and the wretched , the favorites of thousands , and the forsaken of the world , the stranger in his solitary grave , and the pa- triarch surrounded by the kindred of a long lineage ! How many will here bury their ...
... poor , the gay and the wretched , the favorites of thousands , and the forsaken of the world , the stranger in his solitary grave , and the pa- triarch surrounded by the kindred of a long lineage ! How many will here bury their ...
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... poor sailor who had been ill all the voyage , and had excited the sympathy of every one on board . When the weather was fine , his messmates had spread a mattress for him on deck in the shade ; but of late his illness had so increased ...
... poor sailor who had been ill all the voyage , and had excited the sympathy of every one on board . When the weather was fine , his messmates had spread a mattress for him on deck in the shade ; but of late his illness had so increased ...
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The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed ... William Draper Swan Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1848 |
The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed ... William Draper Swan Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1845 |
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Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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
Sida 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!
Sida 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,
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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?
Sida 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?