The Standard Fifth Reader, Band 2J.L. Shorey, 1871 |
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... falls below the tone of ordinary conversation . Nothing more unequivocally marks the accomplished speaker than a command ... fall , by just progression , to its lowest pitch . For instance , in the passage , " Hear me , for I will speak ...
... falls below the tone of ordinary conversation . Nothing more unequivocally marks the accomplished speaker than a command ... fall , by just progression , to its lowest pitch . For instance , in the passage , " Hear me , for I will speak ...
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... falling instantly into the same attitude in which he read the sermon , ) what is Whitsuntide , Jonathan , ( for that was the coachman's name , ) or Shrovetide , or any tide or time past , to this ? Are we not here now , ( continued the ...
... falling instantly into the same attitude in which he read the sermon , ) what is Whitsuntide , Jonathan , ( for that was the coachman's name , ) or Shrovetide , or any tide or time past , to this ? Are we not here now , ( continued the ...
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... falling nations , and on kingly lines About to sink forever ; ye , who shed Into the passions of earth's giant brood , And their fierce usages , the sense of justice ; Who clothe the faded battlements of tyranny With blackness , as a ...
... falling nations , and on kingly lines About to sink forever ; ye , who shed Into the passions of earth's giant brood , And their fierce usages , the sense of justice ; Who clothe the faded battlements of tyranny With blackness , as a ...
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... fall over to my foes ? Thou wear a lion's hide ! doff it for shame , And hang a calf's - skin on those recreant limbs . 2. SATAN'S ENCOUNTER WITH DEATH . Milton . - " Whence , and what art thou , execrable shape ! That darest , though ...
... fall over to my foes ? Thou wear a lion's hide ! doff it for shame , And hang a calf's - skin on those recreant limbs . 2. SATAN'S ENCOUNTER WITH DEATH . Milton . - " Whence , and what art thou , execrable shape ! That darest , though ...
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... falls on castle walls , And snowy summits old in story ; The long light shakes across the lakes , And the wild cataract leaps in glory . Blow , bugle , blow ! set the wild echoes flying ; Blow , bugle ; answer , echoes , dying , dying ...
... falls on castle walls , And snowy summits old in story ; The long light shakes across the lakes , And the wild cataract leaps in glory . Blow , bugle , blow ! set the wild echoes flying ; Blow , bugle ; answer , echoes , dying , dying ...
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Aaron Burr American ancient Rome arms art thou Ashton Auvergne beautiful Bingen blood blow born brave breath called Cassio CATAPHRACTS character Cicero CIMBRI clouds death Delivery Demosthenes dost earth England expression eyes father fear feeling force genius gentle give glory hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven honor human Iago Index inflection Ireland justice king labor land liberty light Lioni live Lochinvar look lord loud Michael Cassio middle pitch mind nation nature never night noble o'er Orotund Quality passions pauses peace poem poet praise Pronounce pure Ravenswood rise scene sentence Shakespeare Shylock silent Sir Lucius slave slavery song soul sound speak speech spirit stanza style sword syllable tears tell thee thine thou thought tion tone true truth utterance voice vowel words young Zounds
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Seite 449 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Seite 89 - The basis of our political systems is the right of the people to make and to alter their constitutions of government. But the constitution which at any time exists till changed by an explicit and authentic act of the whole people is sacredly obligatory upon all. The very idea of the power and the right of the people to establish government presupposes the duty of every individual to obey the established government.
Seite 67 - 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...
Seite 141 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Seite 401 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Seite 42 - We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor ; this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Seite 331 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Seite 193 - Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Seite 357 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way: Yet simple Nature to his hope has given.
Seite 417 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.