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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... blessed ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallowed mould , She there shall dress a ... bless the turf that wraps their clay , And Freedom shall a while repair To dwell a weeping hermit there . " What a ...
... blessed ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallowed mould , She there shall dress a ... bless the turf that wraps their clay , And Freedom shall a while repair To dwell a weeping hermit there . " What a ...
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... blessed , " is implied every circumstance of bereavement , lamentation , and solemnity at their interment , and posthumous homage to their memory . " Therefore let the moon Shine on thee , in thy solitary walk ; And let the misty ...
... blessed , " is implied every circumstance of bereavement , lamentation , and solemnity at their interment , and posthumous homage to their memory . " Therefore let the moon Shine on thee , in thy solitary walk ; And let the misty ...
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... blessed martyr ! And - Pr'ythee , lead me in . Serve the king ; There take an inventory of all I have , To the last penny . ' tis the king's . My robe , And my integrity to Heaven , is all I dare now call mine own . O Cromwell ...
... blessed martyr ! And - Pr'ythee , lead me in . Serve the king ; There take an inventory of all I have , To the last penny . ' tis the king's . My robe , And my integrity to Heaven , is all I dare now call mine own . O Cromwell ...
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... blessing , Ere she hastened to the spirit - land ; Yonder turf her gentle bosom pressing ; Broken band ! There my Mary blessed me with her hand ! " I have come to see that grave once more , 66 And the sacred place where we delighted ...
... blessing , Ere she hastened to the spirit - land ; Yonder turf her gentle bosom pressing ; Broken band ! There my Mary blessed me with her hand ! " I have come to see that grave once more , 66 And the sacred place where we delighted ...
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... blessed sunshine says nothing , as it warms the vernal earth , tempts out the tender grass , and decks the field and forest in their glory . Silence came before creation , and the heavens were spread without a word . No where can you ...
... blessed sunshine says nothing , as it warms the vernal earth , tempts out the tender grass , and decks the field and forest in their glory . Silence came before creation , and the heavens were spread without a word . No where can you ...
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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,