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 Publick and Private Schools
Carter, Hendee & Company, 1832 - 480
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Strona 441 - 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 1
Strona 376 - gether, 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 lie began to be in want. And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country ; and he sent him into his
Strona 356 - he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and, with new-spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of him that walked the waves; Where other groves
Strona 455 - t Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke; But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him 1 O
Strona 354 - your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream: Ay me ! I fondly dream ! But, O the heavy change ! now thou art gone ! Now thou art gone, and never must return ! Thee, shepherd, thee the woods, and desert caves With wild
Strona 354 - His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore t Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse ? "Were it not better done, as others use, To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with
Strona 255 - Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean-side ? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,— The desert and illimitable air,— Lone wandering, but not lost.
Strona 27 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd ; It droppeth as the gentle dew from Heaven Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes ; 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest. It becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; And earthly
Strona 181 - Receive our air, that moment they are free •, ¥ They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire; that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too. LESSON
Strona 257 - Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Arc shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its