The Common School Speaker: A New Collection of Original and Selected Pieces, for Reading and RecitationS. Babcock, 1844 - 288 Seiten |
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... poems remarkable for their strength and beauty , is a native of England . This poem be- longs to the class of Lyric Poems , so called because they were originally adapted to the Lyre . Hymns , songs , and odes generally belong to this ...
... poems remarkable for their strength and beauty , is a native of England . This poem be- longs to the class of Lyric Poems , so called because they were originally adapted to the Lyre . Hymns , songs , and odes generally belong to this ...
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... poetic merit , but it belongs to a class much needed by young pupils just commencing the art of oratory . It is easily committed to memory , and but little action is required . The author is unknown . " Where is thy home ? " I asked a ...
... poetic merit , but it belongs to a class much needed by young pupils just commencing the art of oratory . It is easily committed to memory , and but little action is required . The author is unknown . " Where is thy home ? " I asked a ...
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... poem , are mark- ed to give the pupil its full expression . It was written by the English Quakeress , MARY HOWITT . God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small , The oak - tree and the cedar - tree , Without a ...
... poem , are mark- ed to give the pupil its full expression . It was written by the English Quakeress , MARY HOWITT . God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small , The oak - tree and the cedar - tree , Without a ...
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... poem , entitled CURIOSITY , written by CHARLES SPRAGUE of Boston ; a poet , of whom it may be said , that he " has written nothing which , dying , he would wish to blot , " a charm , which we are proud to think is characteristic of ...
... poem , entitled CURIOSITY , written by CHARLES SPRAGUE of Boston ; a poet , of whom it may be said , that he " has written nothing which , dying , he would wish to blot , " a charm , which we are proud to think is characteristic of ...
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... poem , in which vice or folly is severely censured . If there is any one thing that excites my wonder , it is how so wise a man as Solomon could have seri- ously said , " there is no new thing under the sun , " when it is but too ...
... poem , in which vice or folly is severely censured . If there is any one thing that excites my wonder , it is how so wise a man as Solomon could have seri- ously said , " there is no new thing under the sun , " when it is but too ...
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battle beautiful beneath bird blessings blood brave breast breath brow Bucolies BUNKER HILL MONUMENT Cæsar called child CIRCASSIAN cried dark dead dear death Decemviri deep Dismal Swamp dream earth England Excelsior Fable father fear flowers following piece glory grave hand hast hath hear heart Heaven hills hope Julius Cæsar Katydid king lady land LESSON light lips live look Lord loud Mac Gregor mamma MARY HOWITT mighty moral mother mountain N. P. WILLIS ne'er neath never night o'er passing peace poem poet Pontifex Maximus poor pride shore sigh sing sleep smile soul spirit stanza star steed stood sweet sword tears tell tempest thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thunder tree Twas Vanity Fair Vive l'amour voice Walter Scott Washington wave wild word written young pupil youth
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Seite 69 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar ; The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more ! Her deck, once red with heroes...
Seite 253 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies now, upon them with the lance! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rush'd, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Seite 142 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...
Seite 75 - The school-boy whips his taxed top ; the beardless youth manages his taxed horse with a taxed bridle, on a taxed road ; and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine, which has paid...
Seite 183 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Seite 162 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?
Seite 70 - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Seite 254 - ... rend your hair for those who never shall return. • Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ; Ho ! burghers of St.
Seite 230 - 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 arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Seite 171 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. And fast before her father's men, Three days we've fled together; For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?