The Sixth Reader: Consisting of Extracts in Prose and Verse, with Biographical and Critical Notices of the Authors : for the Use of Advanced Classes in Public and Private SchoolsBrewer and Tileston, 1863 - 436 oldal |
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vi. oldal
... Dead .. 65. Incentives to Duty .. 70. On the Pleasure of Acquiring Knowledge .. 73. The Bible .... 75. The Introduction of Christianity into Europe .. 81. The Roman Empire a Preparation for Christianity . 82. Wonders of Astronomy . 84 ...
... Dead .. 65. Incentives to Duty .. 70. On the Pleasure of Acquiring Knowledge .. 73. The Bible .... 75. The Introduction of Christianity into Europe .. 81. The Roman Empire a Preparation for Christianity . 82. Wonders of Astronomy . 84 ...
xvi. oldal
... dead elements of elocution , in the life - giving light of inspiring ideas . - " There is in souls a sympathy with sounds . " This analogy in Nature between tones and sentiments is the central source from which the author has drawn the ...
... dead elements of elocution , in the life - giving light of inspiring ideas . - " There is in souls a sympathy with sounds . " This analogy in Nature between tones and sentiments is the central source from which the author has drawn the ...
xxv. oldal
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
xxxv. oldal
... this ambition ? " " Tell me , ye who tread the sods of yon sacred height , is Warren dead ? Can you not still see him , not pále and prós- trate , the blood of his gallant heárt pouring out INTRODUCTORY TREATISE . XXXV.
... this ambition ? " " Tell me , ye who tread the sods of yon sacred height , is Warren dead ? Can you not still see him , not pále and prós- trate , the blood of his gallant heárt pouring out INTRODUCTORY TREATISE . XXXV.
xliii. oldal
... dead . Her little bird , ' -a poor , slight thing the pressure of a finger would have crúshed , was stirring nimbly in its cáge , and the strong heart of its child - mistress was mute and mòtionless forever ! " Sórrow was déad , indeed ...
... dead . Her little bird , ' -a poor , slight thing the pressure of a finger would have crúshed , was stirring nimbly in its cáge , and the strong heart of its child - mistress was mute and mòtionless forever ! " Sórrow was déad , indeed ...
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The Sixth Reader: Consisting of Extracts in Prose and Verse, with ... George Stillman Hillard,Mark Bailey, (Ma Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
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lix. oldal - And this man Is now become a god, and Cassius is A wretched creature and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their...
374. 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.
360. oldal - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
xxii. oldal - We have petitioned, we have remonstrated, we have supplicated, we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the Ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded, and we have been spurned with contempt from the foot of the throne.
238. oldal - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
415. oldal - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
xliv. 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...
414. oldal - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. O masters ! if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are...
lxiii. oldal - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold.
155. oldal - On its annual return they will shed tears, copious, gushing tears, not of subjection and slavery, not of agony and distress, but of exultation, of gratitude, and of joy. Sir, before God^ I believe the hour is come. My judgment approves this measure, and my whole heart is in it. All that I have, and all that I am, and all that I hope, in this life, I am now ready here to stake upon it ; and I leave off, as I begun, that live or die, survive or perish, I am for the Declaration.