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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24. oldal
... look a creature FRESH from the 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 ...
... look a creature FRESH from the 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 ...
37. oldal
... looks , his motions , his ges- khort his men to remember their former valor . He — hem up , and causes the signal to be given , all in a . He seizes a buckler from one of the private men , himself at the head of his broken troops ...
... looks , his motions , his ges- khort his men to remember their former valor . He — hem up , and causes the signal to be given , all in a . He seizes a buckler from one of the private men , himself at the head of his broken troops ...
42. oldal
... look on death as beau So that the sacrifice ascend to h And draw down freedom on her Philip . But if we fail Israel . ― They ne In a great cause ! The block n Their heads may sodden in the Be strung to city gates and cast But still ...
... look on death as beau So that the sacrifice ascend to h And draw down freedom on her Philip . But if we fail Israel . ― They ne In a great cause ! The block n Their heads may sodden in the Be strung to city gates and cast But still ...
43. oldal
... look FRESH` , as if our Lord But YESTERDAY had finished them . Jean Ingelow . ed Quality , with Loud Force , Long Slides , and very Abrupt Stress . s the act of a coward , who raises his arm to strike , not the courage to give the blow ...
... look FRESH` , as if our Lord But YESTERDAY had finished them . Jean Ingelow . ed Quality , with Loud Force , Long Slides , and very Abrupt Stress . s the act of a coward , who raises his arm to strike , not the courage to give the blow ...
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... looks forward to future 1 plants for posterity . Nothing can be less selfish . He cannot expect to sit in its shade and enjoy its but he exults in the idea that the acorn which he has the earth shall grow up into a lofty pile , and ...
... looks forward to future 1 plants for posterity . Nothing can be less selfish . He cannot expect to sit in its shade and enjoy its but he exults in the idea that the acorn which he has the earth shall grow up into a lofty pile , and ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
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...