The Model Speaker: Consisting of Exercises in Prose and Poetry. For the Use of Schools, Academies, and CollegesEldredge, 1870 - 395 páginas |
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... Leave not a rack behind . Correct pronunciation and accent can be obtained only by following the rules laid down in some standard dictionary . Emphasis is a stress of voice laid upon a word or a phrase , in order to bring out its ...
... Leave not a rack behind . Correct pronunciation and accent can be obtained only by following the rules laid down in some standard dictionary . Emphasis is a stress of voice laid upon a word or a phrase , in order to bring out its ...
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... Leaving the plough , and the anvil , and loom . Rust dims the harvest - sheen Of scythe and of sickle keen ; The axe sleeps in peace by the tree it would mar ; Veteran and youth are out , Swelling the battle - shout , Grasping the bolts ...
... Leaving the plough , and the anvil , and loom . Rust dims the harvest - sheen Of scythe and of sickle keen ; The axe sleeps in peace by the tree it would mar ; Veteran and youth are out , Swelling the battle - shout , Grasping the bolts ...
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... leave me , as my hopes have flown before . " Then the bird said , “ Nevermore ! " Startled at the stillness , broken by reply so aptly spoken , " Doubtless , " said I , " what it utters is its only stock and store , Caught from some ...
... leave me , as my hopes have flown before . " Then the bird said , “ Nevermore ! " Startled at the stillness , broken by reply so aptly spoken , " Doubtless , " said I , " what it utters is its only stock and store , Caught from some ...
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... Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart , and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the raven , - " Nevermore ...
... Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! — quit the bust above my door ! Take thy beak from out my heart , and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the raven , - " Nevermore ...
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... leaving with meekness Her sins to her Saviour ! SHERIDAN'S RIDE . P from the South , at break of day , UP Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay , The affrighted air with a shudder bore , Like a herald in haste to the chieftain's door ...
... leaving with meekness Her sins to her Saviour ! SHERIDAN'S RIDE . P from the South , at break of day , UP Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay , The affrighted air with a shudder bore , Like a herald in haste to the chieftain's door ...
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angels arms battle beautiful blessed blood brave break breast breath bright brow child cloud cold dare dark dead dear death deep dream dying earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel field fire flowers forever friends give glory goes grave hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven holy honor hope hour king labor land leave liberty light lips living look Lord mind morning mother nature never night o'er once passed peace poor praise rest Ring rise rolled round side silent sleep smile sorrow soul sound speak spirit stand stars stood sweet tears tell thee things thou thought thousand thunder true turn Union voice wave whole wild wind young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 259 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Página xvii - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Página 160 - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Página 355 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Página 154 - Cameron's gathering" rose! The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: — How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's, Donald's fame rings in each clansman's ears!
Página 308 - And then he falls as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride, At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Página 152 - No traveller returns, — puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus, conscience does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought ; And enterprises of great pith and moment, With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.
Página 153 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Página 150 - 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: was this ambition?
Página 240 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.