The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and RecitationT.P. & J.S. Fowle, 1823 - Всего страниц: 480 |
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... the useful light . Morning sounds . - BEATTIE . But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain's side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The 28 [ Lesson T. THE AMERICAN.
... the useful light . Morning sounds . - BEATTIE . But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain's side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The 28 [ Lesson T. THE AMERICAN.
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... wild bird screams . The halls , which once were crowd- ed with all that taste , and science , and labour could procure , which resounded with melody , and were lighted up with beauty , are buried by their own ruins , mocked by their own ...
... wild bird screams . The halls , which once were crowd- ed with all that taste , and science , and labour could procure , which resounded with melody , and were lighted up with beauty , are buried by their own ruins , mocked by their own ...
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... wild wood And view the haunts of Nature . The calm shade Shall bring a kindred calm , and the sweet breeze That makes the green leaves dance , shall waft a 5 * Lesson 18. ] 53 FIRST CLASS BOOK . Inscription, for the Entrance into.
... wild wood And view the haunts of Nature . The calm shade Shall bring a kindred calm , and the sweet breeze That makes the green leaves dance , shall waft a 5 * Lesson 18. ] 53 FIRST CLASS BOOK . Inscription, for the Entrance into.
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... wild - flower seems to enjoy Existence , than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets . The massy rocks themselves , The old and ponderous trunks of prostrate trees , That lead from knoll to knoll , a causey rude , Or bridge the ...
... wild - flower seems to enjoy Existence , than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets . The massy rocks themselves , The old and ponderous trunks of prostrate trees , That lead from knoll to knoll , a causey rude , Or bridge the ...
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... wild phantasms that swell the tales of fishermen and sailors . Sometimes a distant sail gliding along the edge of the ocean would be another theme of idle speculation . How interesting this fragment of a world hastening to rejoin the ...
... wild phantasms that swell the tales of fishermen and sailors . Sometimes a distant sail gliding along the edge of the ocean would be another theme of idle speculation . How interesting this fragment of a world hastening to rejoin the ...
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Стр. 447 - 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.
Стр. 26 - 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.
Стр. 433 - 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...
Стр. 447 - 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.
Стр. 282 - 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.
Стр. 444 - 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,
Стр. 254 - 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.
Стр. 446 - 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.
Стр. 25 - 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...
Стр. 446 - 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.