A Third Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts in Prose and Verse, for the Use of the Third Classes in Public and Private Schools : with an Introductory Treatise on Reading and the Training of Vocal OrgansSwan, Brewer and Tileston, 1858 - 182 oldal |
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vi. oldal
... Grave , 47. Never give up , 48. The Death of Wyckliffe , 49. Redmond and Matilda , 50. The Converted Miser , ..... 51. The same Subject , concluded , 52. Select Passages in Verse ,. ...... 53. The Pirate and the Zenaida Dove , 54. The ...
... Grave , 47. Never give up , 48. The Death of Wyckliffe , 49. Redmond and Matilda , 50. The Converted Miser , ..... 51. The same Subject , concluded , 52. Select Passages in Verse ,. ...... 53. The Pirate and the Zenaida Dove , 54. The ...
1. oldal
... calls him to judgment ? The gold , the friend he loves best , leaves him first , and does not go with him . His relations and friends attend him to the ( 1 ) gate of the grave , and return to their homes The Three Friends,
... calls him to judgment ? The gold , the friend he loves best , leaves him first , and does not go with him . His relations and friends attend him to the ( 1 ) gate of the grave , and return to their homes The Three Friends,
2. oldal
... grave , and return to their homes . The third , of whom in life he took least heed , is represented by his good works . They attend him to the throne of the Judge ; they precede him , plead for him , and find mercy and grace for him ...
... grave , and return to their homes . The third , of whom in life he took least heed , is represented by his good works . They attend him to the throne of the Judge ; they precede him , plead for him , and find mercy and grace for him ...
24. oldal
... grave is set My own sweet lilac bush and plant of purple violet . And sometimes , in such days as this , so glad , and bright , and mild , Dear mother , will you come and sit by the grave bed of your child ? And will you bring this ...
... grave is set My own sweet lilac bush and plant of purple violet . And sometimes , in such days as this , so glad , and bright , and mild , Dear mother , will you come and sit by the grave bed of your child ? And will you bring this ...
33. oldal
... grave with true sorrow would bend ; And when dying , thus feebly was heard the poor swain : " O bury me , neighbors , beside my old friend . " XX . THE SWALLOWS . MRS . CHILD . Two barn swallows came into our wood shed in the spring ...
... grave with true sorrow would bend ; And when dying , thus feebly was heard the poor swain : " O bury me , neighbors , beside my old friend . " XX . THE SWALLOWS . MRS . CHILD . Two barn swallows came into our wood shed in the spring ...
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a-we Accented animal arms articulation battle of Trenton beautiful Benjamin Benjamin West bird breath brother called canton of Glarus chamois child compound crows dark dear death e-nd e-ve Eagle earth EDDYSTONE LIGHTHOUSE element eyes father fear feel feet fire flowers foot friends girl give grave ground Gustavus hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven horse Inchcape Inchcape rock Indian insect king knew lady little Ben live look master monkey morning mother mountain mouth never Newfoundland dog night Nokomis o'er once oo-ze orthoepy Pibroch rock seemed Shagreen Sir Walter Scott smiled sound speak spirit spring stones storm subtonic syllable tear tell temper thee thing thou thought Tödi Tom Allen tonic took tree Unaccented vessel vocal vocule voice Wallace watch waves wild wings words young Zenaida dove
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160. oldal - TWAS the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads...
140. oldal - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
109. oldal - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
87. oldal - And falling and brawling and sprawling, And driving and riving and striving, And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling, And sounding...
xxv. oldal - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours.
158. oldal - Tongue was the lawyer and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning, While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. In behalf of the Nose, it will quickly appear, And your lordship...
111. oldal - How soft the music of those village bells,' Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet ! now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on ! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
72. oldal - Saw the moon rise from the water Rippling, rounding from the water, Saw the flecks and shadows on it, Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?" And the good Nokomis answered: "Once a warrior, very angry, Seized his grandmother, and threw her Up into the sky at midnight; Right against the moon he threw her; T is her body that you see there." Saw the rainbow in the heaven, In the eastern sky, the rainbow, Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?
109. oldal - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung.
18. oldal - With truth for my creed and God for my guide ; She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer, As I knelt beside that old arm-chair.