North American First Class Reader: The Sixth Book of Tower's Series for Common SchoolsSanborn, Carter, Bazin & Company, 1853 - 426 páginas |
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... Hope , ... Pago . Bishop Potter . 57 .T . K. Hervey . 59 60 Martineau . 61 .Bishop Potter . 63 ..Hemans . 65 66 .Dr . Chalmers . 67 Hazlitt . 68 Ralph Hoyt . 70 Martineau . 74 .... John Locke . 77 .......... 79 ..... Campbell . 80 ...
... Hope , ... Pago . Bishop Potter . 57 .T . K. Hervey . 59 60 Martineau . 61 .Bishop Potter . 63 ..Hemans . 65 66 .Dr . Chalmers . 67 Hazlitt . 68 Ralph Hoyt . 70 Martineau . 74 .... John Locke . 77 .......... 79 ..... Campbell . 80 ...
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... hope relies ; And every pang that rends his heart Bids expectation rise . Hope , like a glimmering taper's light , Adorns and cheers his way , And still , as darker grows the night , Emits a brighter ray . " This is poetry . Every one ...
... hope relies ; And every pang that rends his heart Bids expectation rise . Hope , like a glimmering taper's light , Adorns and cheers his way , And still , as darker grows the night , Emits a brighter ray . " This is poetry . Every one ...
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... hope , this fond desire , This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread , and inward horror , Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself , and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs ...
... hope , this fond desire , This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread , and inward horror , Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself , and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs ...
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... hope I have . I am able now , methinks , Out of a fortitude of soul I feel , To endure more miseries , and greater far , Than my weak hearted enemies dare offer . 133. " Cromwell , I did not think to shed 50 PRINCIPLES OF ELOCUTION ...
... hope I have . I am able now , methinks , Out of a fortitude of soul I feel , To endure more miseries , and greater far , Than my weak hearted enemies dare offer . 133. " Cromwell , I did not think to shed 50 PRINCIPLES OF ELOCUTION ...
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... hope to win by't ? Love thyself last . Cherish those hearts that hate the Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To silence envious tongues . Be just and fear not Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's , Thy God's , and ...
... hope to win by't ? Love thyself last . Cherish those hearts that hate the Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To silence envious tongues . Be just and fear not Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's , Thy God's , and ...
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admiration antonomasia arms battles of Val beauty blessed breath Brutus Cæsar Cassius clouds customed hill dark death deep delight divine duke Duke of Argyle earth eternal father fear feel fortune friends genius give glory hand happy hear heard heart heaven honor hope hour human immortal Jeanie knowledge Labor learned light live Livia Lochinvar look lord majesty memory mind moral Mount Ararat mountain nature never night numbers o'er observation once pass passions Père La Chaise pleasure poet poetry poor praise quadrupeds rest rich Robert Pollok round Samian wine scene Scottish Secession Church self-culture sentiments shade silent smile solemn song soul sound speak spirit stood sweet Syphax taste tears tell thee thing thou thought tion toil trembling truth uncle Toby utterance virtue voice wind wonder words youth
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Página 267 - 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.
Página 268 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood. I only speak right on: 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.
Página 391 - IT must be so Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Página 127 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of the unhonored dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate...
Página 144 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to Virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt, for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Página 142 - How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene! How often have I paused on every charm, The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topped the neighboring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made!
Página 393 - If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms: Never, never, never...
Página 400 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary; but when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house ! Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction?
Página 233 - I an itching palm ? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru, The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cas. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice...
Página 321 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! " She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,