Assimilative Memory: Or, How to Attend and Never ForgetFunk & Wagnalls Company, 1898 - 170 Seiten |
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Assimilative Memory, Or How to Attend and Never Forget Prof A. Loisette Eingeschränkte Leseprobe - 2005 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abstract analytic date-words analytic phrase analytic word Andrew Jackson applied Assimilation Attention bells-silver bells betwixt the mind birth born Charles Concurrence consonants correlate Cromwell date and number date or number death Devil hath died Edward Edward VI event examples exercise facts familiarity betwixt Figure Alphabet figure value George George III Grover Cleveland Hear the sledges heart Henry Henry VI Henry VIII ideas impression Inclusion initial consonants intermediates Interrogative Analysis James James Monroe John John Adams Laws letter Mary means method mind and things mind-wandering Natural Memory number words Oliver Cromwell pair of words Parliament Presidents pupil Queen quiver's choice recall recite relation remember revive Richard Richard Cromwell Richard III rote Runic rhyme scratched face sentence sound Sovereign spells stanza student Synthesis System tinkle translate twixt a smile Victoria vivid vowels William William Henry Harrison William III Zachary Taylor
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 58 - Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells: To the tolling of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
Seite 57 - How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Seite 58 - Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells — Of the bells— Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— In the clamor and the clangor of the bells ! Hear the tolling of the bells — Iron bells ! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels...
Seite 57 - And all in tune, What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats On the moon! Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the future how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells— Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Seite 57 - Hear the sledges with the bells, Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells.' How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars, that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Seite 52 - The devil hath not in all his quiver's choice An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice.
Seite 57 - What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
Seite 63 - Of the bells, bells, bells To the sobbing of the bells; Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells...
Seite 58 - 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 : And the people — ah, the people — They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone — They are neither man nor woman — They are neither brute nor human —...
Seite 57 - In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire And a resolute endeavor Now — now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells, What a tale their terror tells Of despair! How they, clang and clash and roar ! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air!