The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and RecitationT.P. & J.S. Fowle, 1823 - 480 ページ |
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... passed in one moment from youth to age ; his comeliness is departed ; helplessness is his portion , for the days of future years . He is more de- crepit than his grandsire , on whose head are the snows of eighty winters ; but those were ...
... passed in one moment from youth to age ; his comeliness is departed ; helplessness is his portion , for the days of future years . He is more de- crepit than his grandsire , on whose head are the snows of eighty winters ; but those were ...
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... passed the press , ejected it from his mind ; for , when he had no pecuniary interest , he had no further solicitude . Pope was not content to satisfy ; he desired to excel , and therefore always endeavoured to do his best : he did not ...
... passed the press , ejected it from his mind ; for , when he had no pecuniary interest , he had no further solicitude . Pope was not content to satisfy ; he desired to excel , and therefore always endeavoured to do his best : he did not ...
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... passed for ever away : Like that visit , that converse , that day - to my heart , That bow from remembrance can never depart . ' Tis a picture in memory distinctly defined , With the strong and unperishing colours of mind : A part of my ...
... passed for ever away : Like that visit , that converse , that day - to my heart , That bow from remembrance can never depart . ' Tis a picture in memory distinctly defined , With the strong and unperishing colours of mind : A part of my ...
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... passing ; decline and change and loss , follow decline and change and loss in such rapid succession , that we can almost catch the sound of universal wasting , and hear the work of desolation going on busily around us . " The mountain ...
... passing ; decline and change and loss , follow decline and change and loss in such rapid succession , that we can almost catch the sound of universal wasting , and hear the work of desolation going on busily around us . " The mountain ...
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... passed the night between violent , tumultuous grief , and numb insensibility . Stepping into the carriage , with a slow , weak motion , like one who was quitting his sick chamber for the first time , he began his journey homeward . As ...
... passed the night between violent , tumultuous grief , and numb insensibility . Stepping into the carriage , with a slow , weak motion , like one who was quitting his sick chamber for the first time , he began his journey homeward . As ...
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447 ページ - 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 ページ - 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 ページ - 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 ページ - 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 ページ - 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 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,
254 ページ - 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 ページ - 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 ページ - 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 ページ - 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.