The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation: Selected Principally from Modern Authors of Great Britain and America, and Designed for the Use of the Highest Class in Public and Private SchoolsGeorge F. Cooledge, 1835 - 480 ページ |
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... poor man cannot find it in his heart to blame them , for he is heartily tired of it himself . With a view to obviate this difficulty , I have studiously avoided that method which to some may seem indispensable to the reputation of every ...
... poor man cannot find it in his heart to blame them , for he is heartily tired of it himself . With a view to obviate this difficulty , I have studiously avoided that method which to some may seem indispensable to the reputation of every ...
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... Poor man , Ibid . 169. Dirge of Alaric , the Visigoth , 170. Lines on the New - Haven Burying - ground , 173. The American Eagle , 186. Battle Hymn of the Berlin Landsturm , 190. Extract from the Essay on Criticism , James Gray . 178 D ...
... Poor man , Ibid . 169. Dirge of Alaric , the Visigoth , 170. Lines on the New - Haven Burying - ground , 173. The American Eagle , 186. Battle Hymn of the Berlin Landsturm , 190. Extract from the Essay on Criticism , James Gray . 178 D ...
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... poor : Part with it as with money , sparing ; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth ; And what its worth ? -ask death - beds , they can tell . Contentment . While through this fleeting life's short , various 18 [ Lesson 3 . THE ...
... poor : Part with it as with money , sparing ; pay No moment but in purchase of its worth ; And what its worth ? -ask death - beds , they can tell . Contentment . While through this fleeting life's short , various 18 [ Lesson 3 . THE ...
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... poor ; the poor , disciplined into order , respect the rich . Justice is dispensed to all . Law sits steady on her throne , and the sword is her servant . WAR . They have rushed through like a hurricane ; like an ar- my of locusts they ...
... poor ; the poor , disciplined into order , respect the rich . Justice is dispensed to all . Law sits steady on her throne , and the sword is her servant . WAR . They have rushed through like a hurricane ; like an ar- my of locusts they ...
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... poor . To one small room the steward found his way , Where tenants followed to complain and pay . The man of a cultivated imagination . - CAMPBell . His path shall be where streamy mountains swell Their shadowy grandeur o'er the narrow ...
... poor . To one small room the steward found his way , Where tenants followed to complain and pay . The man of a cultivated imagination . - CAMPBell . His path shall be where streamy mountains swell Their shadowy grandeur o'er the narrow ...
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256 ページ - Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, 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.
255 ページ - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
252 ページ - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
452 ページ - ... 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,
455 ページ - 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...
469 ページ - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
353 ページ - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
456 ページ - 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: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
374 ページ - And he divided unto them his living. And not many days after the younger son gathered all together and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living and when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land; and he began to be in want. And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would . . . fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat; and no man gave unto...
352 ページ - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill; Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...