The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and RecitationT.P. & J.S. Fowle, 1823 - 480 oldal |
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... Bear , 66. Fortitude of the Indian character , 93. The Baptism ,. 94. Romantick story , 95. Anecdotes of Mozart , 140. Singular adventure , 160. Death of old Lewis Cameron , Page . T. Percival . 21 Ed . Review . 60 · Ibid . 63 ...
... Bear , 66. Fortitude of the Indian character , 93. The Baptism ,. 94. Romantick story , 95. Anecdotes of Mozart , 140. Singular adventure , 160. Death of old Lewis Cameron , Page . T. Percival . 21 Ed . Review . 60 · Ibid . 63 ...
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... bears A human bosom , hath not often felt , How dear are all those ties which bind our race In gentleness together ; and how sweet Their force ; let Fortune's wayward hand , the while , Be kind or cruel ? next to be 15 ༥༤ པའི མི པེ ...
... bears A human bosom , hath not often felt , How dear are all those ties which bind our race In gentleness together ; and how sweet Their force ; let Fortune's wayward hand , the while , Be kind or cruel ? next to be 15 ༥༤ པའི མི པེ ...
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... bear aloft its arch'd and pond'rous roof ,, By its own weight made steadfast and immoveable , Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe 20 And terrour on my aching sight : the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold , And shoot a ...
... bear aloft its arch'd and pond'rous roof ,, By its own weight made steadfast and immoveable , Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe 20 And terrour on my aching sight : the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold , And shoot a ...
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... bear two men , who despise their lives and my power . Damon . Then thou canst not bear virtue . Diony . No : I cannot bear that proud , disdainful virtue , which contemns life , which dreads no punishment , which is not sensible to ...
... bear two men , who despise their lives and my power . Damon . Then thou canst not bear virtue . Diony . No : I cannot bear that proud , disdainful virtue , which contemns life , which dreads no punishment , which is not sensible to ...
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... bear our likeness in their bosoms , till they too have arrived at the end of their journey , and entered the dark dwelling of un- consciousness . In the thoughts of others we shall live only till the last sound of the bell , which ...
... bear our likeness in their bosoms , till they too have arrived at the end of their journey , and entered the dark dwelling of un- consciousness . In the thoughts of others we shall live only till the last sound of the bell , which ...
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The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation ... John Pierpont Nincs elérhető előnézet - 1831 |
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447. oldal - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse.
26. oldal - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
433. oldal - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
447. 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.
282. oldal - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, — The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake. They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
444. oldal - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
254. oldal - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
446. oldal - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears : I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Ca-sar.
25. oldal - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils. As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest ; with such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
446. oldal - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him ; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it ; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.