McGuffey's New Sixth Eclectic Reader: Exercises in Rhetorical Reading, with Introductory Rules and ExamplesW.B. Smith, 1857 - 448 oldal |
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... bright , But for your winsome lady . 7. You are not left alone to climb the steep ascent : God is with you , who never suffers the spirit that rests on him to fail . EXCEPTION 1. - Emphasis may reverse this rule EXAMPLE . We repeat it ...
... bright , But for your winsome lady . 7. You are not left alone to climb the steep ascent : God is with you , who never suffers the spirit that rests on him to fail . EXCEPTION 1. - Emphasis may reverse this rule EXAMPLE . We repeat it ...
31. oldal
... bright as to produce envy in my bosom ? 4. If it be admitted , that strict integrity is not the shortest way to success , is it not the surest , the happiest , the best ?? 5. Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens , To wash this ...
... bright as to produce envy in my bosom ? 4. If it be admitted , that strict integrity is not the shortest way to success , is it not the surest , the happiest , the best ?? 5. Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens , To wash this ...
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... bright days fled ́ , And the old friends lost forever ! Its heart beats on , though hearts are gone , That beat like ours , though stronger` ; Its hands still move , though hands we love " , Are clasp'd on earth no longer ! " Tick ...
... bright days fled ́ , And the old friends lost forever ! Its heart beats on , though hearts are gone , That beat like ours , though stronger` ; Its hands still move , though hands we love " , Are clasp'd on earth no longer ! " Tick ...
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... bright little needle , the swift - flying needle , The needle directed by beauty and art . 2. If Love have a potent , a magical token ́ , A talisman , ever resistless and true ́ , A charm that is never evaded or broken , A witchery ...
... bright little needle , the swift - flying needle , The needle directed by beauty and art . 2. If Love have a potent , a magical token ́ , A talisman , ever resistless and true ́ , A charm that is never evaded or broken , A witchery ...
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... bright lip , and cheek , And eye , is dead to me . How pale the bloom of his smooth cheek` ! His lip was cold - it would not speak : His heart was dead - for it did not break , And his eye , for it did not see` . 5. Then for the living ...
... bright lip , and cheek , And eye , is dead to me . How pale the bloom of his smooth cheek` ! His lip was cold - it would not speak : His heart was dead - for it did not break , And his eye , for it did not see` . 5. Then for the living ...
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254. oldal - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
424. oldal - The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, And he delighteth in his way ; Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down; For the Lord upholdeth him with his hand.
198. oldal - The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, - the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods - rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man.
198. oldal - His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, And make their bed with thee. As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron, and maid...
415. oldal - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,
354. oldal - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
309. oldal - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee : for whither thou goest, I will go ; and where thou lodgest I will lodge : thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: " Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
136. oldal - Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage; Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let it pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
253. oldal - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
365. oldal - 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.