The illustrated public school speaker and reader based on grammatical analysis: a selection of pieces, by A.K. Isbister1870 - 382 Seiten |
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... Give a man nerve , a presence , sway over language , and above all , enthusiasm ; start him in the public arena with these requisites , and ere many years , perhaps many months , have passed , you will either see him in high station ...
... Give a man nerve , a presence , sway over language , and above all , enthusiasm ; start him in the public arena with these requisites , and ere many years , perhaps many months , have passed , you will either see him in high station ...
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... give it a further and much better reading ! -passes away utterly , like a sweet sound , or an image on the lake ... gives a willing , a joyous , and a lasting home . How- ever , some prose is poetical , is poetry , and altogether worthy ...
... give it a further and much better reading ! -passes away utterly , like a sweet sound , or an image on the lake ... gives a willing , a joyous , and a lasting home . How- ever , some prose is poetical , is poetry , and altogether worthy ...
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... Give a man nerve , a presence , sway over language , and above all , enthusiasm ; start him in the public arena with these requisites , and ere many years , perhaps many months , have passed , you will either see him in high station ...
... Give a man nerve , a presence , sway over language , and above all , enthusiasm ; start him in the public arena with these requisites , and ere many years , perhaps many months , have passed , you will either see him in high station ...
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... give it a further and much better reading ! -passes away utterly , like a sweet sound , or an image on the lake ... gives a willing , a joyous , and a lasting home . How- ever , some prose is poetical , is poetry , and altogether worthy ...
... give it a further and much better reading ! -passes away utterly , like a sweet sound , or an image on the lake ... gives a willing , a joyous , and a lasting home . How- ever , some prose is poetical , is poetry , and altogether worthy ...
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... give up a custom which has given delight and instruction to all the races of articulately speaking men . If our faces are set against vain display , and set towards rational enjoyment of one another , each freely giving his best , and ...
... give up a custom which has given delight and instruction to all the races of articulately speaking men . If our faces are set against vain display , and set towards rational enjoyment of one another , each freely giving his best , and ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Seite 191 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Seite 55 - What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Seite 159 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in...
Seite 156 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Seite 159 - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Seite 72 - Hear the tolling of the bells — Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels) In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright, At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
Seite 217 - 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...
Seite 250 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold ; If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart ; Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Seite 179 - 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
Seite 53 - Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.