The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed for the Highest Class in Public and Private SchoolsThomas Cowperthwait & Company, 1845 - 484 |
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... glow of twilight , to those tones of grandeur and power which make a strong man tremble , and the hearts of uncounted multitudes melt and run together into one glowing and plastic mass . It can speak the language of hope or despair ; it ...
... glow of twilight , to those tones of grandeur and power which make a strong man tremble , and the hearts of uncounted multitudes melt and run together into one glowing and plastic mass . It can speak the language of hope or despair ; it ...
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... glow with a warmth which is partly caught and partly spontaneous . One such mind acts upon another as fire upon figures traced in sympathetic ink T bringing out , every moment , warm tints of feeling , lights and shadows of character ...
... glow with a warmth which is partly caught and partly spontaneous . One such mind acts upon another as fire upon figures traced in sympathetic ink T bringing out , every moment , warm tints of feeling , lights and shadows of character ...
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... glow . Spring will invite hither the footsteps of the young by its opening foliage , and Autumn detain the contemplative by its latest bloom . The votary of learning and science will here learn to elevate his genius by the holiest ...
... glow . Spring will invite hither the footsteps of the young by its opening foliage , and Autumn detain the contemplative by its latest bloom . The votary of learning and science will here learn to elevate his genius by the holiest ...
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... glow , Shed o'er the lake their happy smiles , And beckon to its glittering isles . O , at this hour , when air and earth Are gushing love , and joy , and light , And songs of gladness , at the birth Of all that's beautiful and bright ...
... glow , Shed o'er the lake their happy smiles , And beckon to its glittering isles . O , at this hour , when air and earth Are gushing love , and joy , and light , And songs of gladness , at the birth Of all that's beautiful and bright ...
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... glow , reflected upon his countenance from the valley of burning cedars , seemed to render still more haggard and toilsome his burned and blackened features . I was fortunate enough , about nine o'clock , to meet one of our men , who ...
... glow , reflected upon his countenance from the valley of burning cedars , seemed to render still more haggard and toilsome his burned and blackened features . I was fortunate enough , about nine o'clock , to meet one of our men , who ...
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Strona 330 - And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? 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 honorable man.
Strona 331 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Strona 120 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse: Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Strona 158 - Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Strona 179 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; " Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Strona 396 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. 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 truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Strona 156 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in...
Strona 331 - 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.
Strona 121 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Strona 260 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?