North American First Class Reader: The Sixth Book of Tower's Series for Common SchoolsSanborn, Carter, Bazin & Company, 1853 - 426 oldal |
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... ANSWER me , burning stars of night ! Where is the spirit gone , That , past the reach of human sight , As a swift breeze has flown ? And the stars answered me , " We roli In light and power on high ; But of the never - dying soul , Ask ...
... ANSWER me , burning stars of night ! Where is the spirit gone , That , past the reach of human sight , As a swift breeze has flown ? And the stars answered me , " We roli In light and power on high ; But of the never - dying soul , Ask ...
66. oldal
... Answer ! have ye a home for those Whose earthly race is run ? The bright clouds answered , " We depart We vanish from the sky ; Ask what is deathless in thy heart For that which cannot die . " Speak , then , thou voice of God within ...
... Answer ! have ye a home for those Whose earthly race is run ? The bright clouds answered , " We depart We vanish from the sky ; Ask what is deathless in thy heart For that which cannot die . " Speak , then , thou voice of God within ...
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... answer with plain reasoning , and plainer Scripture . We may say , in the language of rea- son , if they live there , they love there . We may answer , in the language of Jesus Christ , " He that liveth and believeth in me , shall never ...
... answer with plain reasoning , and plainer Scripture . We may say , in the language of rea- son , if they live there , they love there . We may answer , in the language of Jesus Christ , " He that liveth and believeth in me , shall never ...
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... answer to life's prayer - great hour that shall break asunder the bond of life's mystery - hour of release from life's burden - hour of reunion with the loved and lost what mighty hopes hasten to their fulfilment in thee ! What longings ...
... answer to life's prayer - great hour that shall break asunder the bond of life's mystery - hour of release from life's burden - hour of reunion with the loved and lost what mighty hopes hasten to their fulfilment in thee ! What longings ...
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... answer a thing so coarse and low , But , to give reproof of a nobler sort Than the angry look or the keen retort , At length she said , in a gentle tone , " Since it has happened that I am thrown From the lighter element where I grew ...
... answer a thing so coarse and low , But , to give reproof of a nobler sort Than the angry look or the keen retort , At length she said , in a gentle tone , " Since it has happened that I am thrown From the lighter element where I grew ...
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North American First Class Reader: The Sixth Book of Tower's Series for ... David Bates Tower Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2019 |
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267. 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.
268. oldal - 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. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood. I only speak right on: I tell you that which you yourselves do know, Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me.
391. oldal - IT must be so Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
127. oldal - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of the unhonored dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate...
144. oldal - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to Virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt, for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
142. oldal - How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene! How often have I paused on every charm, The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topped the neighboring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made!
393. oldal - If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms: Never, never, never...
400. oldal - They tell us, sir, that we are weak — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary; but when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house ! Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction?
233. oldal - I an itching palm ? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru, The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cas. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice...
321. oldal - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! " She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,