The Franklin Fifth Reader: For the Use of Public and Private Schools : with an Introductory Treatise on Elocution by Mark BaileyBrewer and Tileston, 1874 - 384 oldal |
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38. oldal
... thousand years of glóry ? Die all first ! Yès , die by piècemeal ! - Leave not a lìmb o'er which a Dàne can trìumph ! " " True courage but from opposition gròws ; And what are fifty what a thousand slaves , Matched to the virtue of a ...
... thousand years of glóry ? Die all first ! Yès , die by piècemeal ! - Leave not a lìmb o'er which a Dàne can trìumph ! " " True courage but from opposition gròws ; And what are fifty what a thousand slaves , Matched to the virtue of a ...
42. oldal
... thousand hearts beat happily , and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell , Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again , And all went merry as a marriage - bell . " ' Grave ' example for lower pitch ' and less than ' moderate ...
... thousand hearts beat happily , and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell , Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again , And all went merry as a marriage - bell . " ' Grave ' example for lower pitch ' and less than ' moderate ...
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... thousands had wept at his grief . " Thus she , who was the idol of England's nobility , went about doing good . And in her early , happy death , when the grave - damps gathered over her brow , and her eyes grew dim , he who stood by her ...
... thousands had wept at his grief . " Thus she , who was the idol of England's nobility , went about doing good . And in her early , happy death , when the grave - damps gathered over her brow , and her eyes grew dim , he who stood by her ...
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... thousand errors , continues still to blunder , and whose age has only added obstinacy to stupidity , is surely the object of either abhorrence or contempt , and deserves not that his gray hairs should secure him from insult . " 9. " If ...
... thousand errors , continues still to blunder , and whose age has only added obstinacy to stupidity , is surely the object of either abhorrence or contempt , and deserves not that his gray hairs should secure him from insult . " 9. " If ...
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... thousand swords must have leaped from their scab- bards , to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult . " But the age of chivalry is gone , and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever . " The following selection from ...
... thousand swords must have leaped from their scab- bards , to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult . " But the age of chivalry is gone , and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever . " The following selection from ...
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62. oldal - For as the heaven is high above the earth, So great is his mercy toward them that fear him.
51. oldal - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
138. oldal - Knowledge never learned of schools, Of the wild bee's morning chase, Of the wild flower's time and place, Flight of fowl and habitude Of the tenants of the wood; How the tortoise bears his shell, How the woodchuck digs his cell, And the ground-mole sinks his well; How the robin feeds her young, How the oriole's nest is hung...
44. oldal - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
283. oldal - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
42. oldal - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
37. oldal - By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
52. oldal - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
52. oldal - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
20. oldal - She was dead. No sleep so beautiful and calm, so free from trace of pain, so fair to look upon. She seemed a creature fresh from the hand of God, and waiting for the breath of life ; not one who had lived, and suffered death. Her couch was dressed with here and there some winter-berries and green leaves, gathered in a spot she had been used to favor.