A Modern Reader and SpeakerGeorge Riddle H.S. Stone, 1902 - 629 páginas |
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... look , I gave the matter up , and wisely concluded that Nature knew her own intentions better than any one else ... looks as if , previous to posing , he had been put under an exhausted receiver and had had his soul pumped out of him ...
... look , I gave the matter up , and wisely concluded that Nature knew her own intentions better than any one else ... looks as if , previous to posing , he had been put under an exhausted receiver and had had his soul pumped out of him ...
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... look ? Prince Ferdinand was also fair . attire his figure looked heroic . In his slim boating- His hair , rising from the parting , to the right of his forehead , in what his admiring Lady Blandish called his plume , fell away slanting ...
... look ? Prince Ferdinand was also fair . attire his figure looked heroic . In his slim boating- His hair , rising from the parting , to the right of his forehead , in what his admiring Lady Blandish called his plume , fell away slanting ...
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... look upon these registers of existence , whether of brass or mar- ble , as a kind of satire upon the departed persons ; who had left no other memorial of them , but that they were born , and that they died . They put me in mind of ...
... look upon these registers of existence , whether of brass or mar- ble , as a kind of satire upon the departed persons ; who had left no other memorial of them , but that they were born , and that they died . They put me in mind of ...
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... look upon the tombs of the great , every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful , every inordinate desire goes out ; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tomb stone , my heart melts with ...
... look upon the tombs of the great , every emotion of envy dies in me ; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful , every inordinate desire goes out ; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tomb stone , my heart melts with ...
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... look when they are dead . My third play followed in quick succession . It was " The Way of the World . " I think I must have sat at it as grave as a judge ; for , I remember , the hysteric affectations of good Lady Wishfort affected me ...
... look when they are dead . My third play followed in quick succession . It was " The Way of the World . " I think I must have sat at it as grave as a judge ; for , I remember , the hysteric affectations of good Lady Wishfort affected me ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
American Antony beautiful blood breath Brutus Cæsar Carcassonne Charles Dickens Charlotte Corday Citizen Copyright curse Cyrano dead dear death Doctor dream earth England eyes face father feel France gentlemen give glory grace grave hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hope human Hurrah justice King Henry Lady light live look Lord Louis Bonaparte LOUIS KOSSUTH Madame Defarge Malaprop Mark Antony Merrimac mind Miss Pross nation never night noble o'er Parke Godwin peace poor race Reprinted with permission RICHARD HENRY STODDARD Rip Van Winkle round RUFUS CHOATE Shakspere side slavery sleep smile song soul speak spirit stand strong sure sweet tears tell thee thing THOMAS HOOD thou thought thousand tion to-day truth Twas Vicomte voice words young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 623 - O love, they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying.
Página 295 - Both read the same Bible and pray to the same God, and each invokes his aid against the other. It may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just God's assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men's faces ; but let us judge not, that we be not judged.
Página 585 - customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favorite tree : Another came, nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood, was he; "The next, with dirges due, in sad array, Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 583 - Th' applause of list'ning senates to command. The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Página 341 - 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?
Página 622 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 584 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing ling'ring look behind?
Página 295 - Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the...
Página 582 - Await alike th' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise. Where, through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of Death...
Página 56 - On nearer approach he was still more surprised at the singularity of the stranger's appearance. He was a short, square-built old fellow, with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard.