Exercises in Rhetorical Reading: With a Series of Introductory Lessons, Particularly Designed to Familiarize Readers with the Pauses and Other Marks in General Use, and Lead Them to the Practice of Modulation and Inflection of the VoiceA.S. Barnes & Company, 1849 - 432 oldal |
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36. oldal
... land is not yet wholly free from the contamination of a traffic , at which every feeling of humanity must revolt . 140. The Spaniards , while thus employed , were sur- rounded by many of the natives , who gazed , in silent admi- ration ...
... land is not yet wholly free from the contamination of a traffic , at which every feeling of humanity must revolt . 140. The Spaniards , while thus employed , were sur- rounded by many of the natives , who gazed , in silent admi- ration ...
39. oldal
... land cry against me , or the furrows thereof complain ; if I have eaten the fruits thereof without money , or have caused the owners thereof to lose their life ; let thistles grow instead of wheat , and cockles instead of barley . 171 ...
... land cry against me , or the furrows thereof complain ; if I have eaten the fruits thereof without money , or have caused the owners thereof to lose their life ; let thistles grow instead of wheat , and cockles instead of barley . 171 ...
45. oldal
... land : let it bloom around the temples of that friend be- loved , on whose maternal bosom , even now , I lay my aching head . 227. We do not understand these things : we are told that your religion was given to your forefathers , and ...
... land : let it bloom around the temples of that friend be- loved , on whose maternal bosom , even now , I lay my aching head . 227. We do not understand these things : we are told that your religion was given to your forefathers , and ...
53. oldal
... lands laugh out with a scorn that shall ring to the poles . 289. You speak like a boy - like a boy who thinks the old gnarled oak can be twisted as easily as the young sapling . 290. I am vexed for the bairns - I am vexed when I think ...
... lands laugh out with a scorn that shall ring to the poles . 289. You speak like a boy - like a boy who thinks the old gnarled oak can be twisted as easily as the young sapling . 290. I am vexed for the bairns - I am vexed when I think ...
54. oldal
... land - the first garden of liberty's tree - it has been , and shall yet be , the land of the free . 299. Earth may hide - waves ingulf - fire consume us , but they shall not to slavery doom us . 300. They shall find that the name which ...
... land - the first garden of liberty's tree - it has been , and shall yet be , the land of the free . 299. Earth may hide - waves ingulf - fire consume us , but they shall not to slavery doom us . 300. They shall find that the name which ...
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78. oldal - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look! in this place ran Cassius...
78. oldal - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
319. oldal - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
232. oldal - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
117. oldal - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread fathomless alone.
96. oldal - Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires; Strike — for the green graves of your sires, God — and your native land!
322. oldal - And that he was seen of Cephas, then of the twelve: After that, he was seen of above five hundred brethren at once; of whom the greater part remain unto this present, but some are fallen asleep. After that he was seen of James; then of all the apostles. And last of all he was seen of me also, as of one born out of due time.
370. oldal - And he said unto him, Thy brother is come; and thy father hath killed the fatted calf, because he hath received him safe and sound.
57. oldal - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
182. oldal - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are...