The New Franklin Fifth Reader: With a New Elocutionary Treatise, Essentials of Reading, by Mark BaileyButler, Sheldon & Company, 1884 - 432 oldal |
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... hand , " we do not the separate sounds of h , a , n , d , but of the mono their union makes . When we hear a longer word , pendence , " we do not mind the syllables separately , - pend- ence , but their union , the one word . So , e ...
... hand , " we do not the separate sounds of h , a , n , d , but of the mono their union makes . When we hear a longer word , pendence , " we do not mind the syllables separately , - pend- ence , but their union , the one word . So , e ...
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... hand , and on his feet " ; thoughtlessly emphasizing the last word h clause , we put in place of the gracious ... hands or head . " The atrocious crime of being a young man . " man ' is emphasized , ( and it is a common fault to em e the ...
... hand , and on his feet " ; thoughtlessly emphasizing the last word h clause , we put in place of the gracious ... hands or head . " The atrocious crime of being a young man . " man ' is emphasized , ( and it is a common fault to em e the ...
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... hand of GOD , breath of life ; not one who HAD lived a Her couch was dressed with here and the ries and green leaves , gathered in a spot s favor . When I die , put near me some the LIGHT , and had the SKY above it al her words ...
... hand of GOD , breath of life ; not one who HAD lived a Her couch was dressed with here and the ries and green leaves , gathered in a spot s favor . When I die , put near me some the LIGHT , and had the SKY above it al her words ...
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... hand and foot " ? › are not` weak , if we make a proper use of those hich the God of nature` hath placed in our power . llions of people armed in the holy cause of liberty` , _ch a country as that which we possess , are invincible` orce ...
... hand and foot " ? › are not` weak , if we make a proper use of those hich the God of nature` hath placed in our power . llions of people armed in the holy cause of liberty` , _ch a country as that which we possess , are invincible` orce ...
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... hands for ― oh ! how she sung it ! It was so simple , so mournful , subduing ; - many a bright eye dimmed with tears ; ight could be heard but the touching words of that ng , oh ! so touching ! le Pierre walked home as if he were moving ...
... hands for ― oh ! how she sung it ! It was so simple , so mournful , subduing ; - many a bright eye dimmed with tears ; ight could be heard but the touching words of that ng , oh ! so touching ! le Pierre walked home as if he were moving ...
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405. oldal - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
333. oldal - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
355. oldal - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
49. oldal - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
300. oldal - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd 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 honors, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus?
211. oldal - Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love ? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir.
403. oldal - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
394. oldal - Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
213. oldal - Peace, peace! — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
176. oldal - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way...