The Progressive Third Reader: For Public and Private Schools : Containing the Elementary Principles of Elocution ...O. Ellsworth, 1864 - 320 pàgines |
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... Morning among the Hills 51. Ode on Art . 52. Genius Slumbering 56. The World at Auction 62. The Mysteries of Nature 63. Haste Not , Rest Not . 67. Report of a Law - Case 68. The Removal 73. Patriots and Martyrs 74. fres . Lincoln's ...
... Morning among the Hills 51. Ode on Art . 52. Genius Slumbering 56. The World at Auction 62. The Mysteries of Nature 63. Haste Not , Rest Not . 67. Report of a Law - Case 68. The Removal 73. Patriots and Martyrs 74. fres . Lincoln's ...
Pàgina 17
... morning at family devotions : * The reading lessons in Part First are introduced for the purpose of making a practical application of the rules and principles of elocution , and also to suggest the manner of teaching Part Second . A ...
... morning at family devotions : * The reading lessons in Part First are introduced for the purpose of making a practical application of the rules and principles of elocution , and also to suggest the manner of teaching Part Second . A ...
Pàgina 18
... morning to split wood in the minister's yard . The good man had before been inter- ested by his open countenance and manly appearance ; and he now began to talk with him . In the course of the con- versation , Gilbert , almost ...
... morning to split wood in the minister's yard . The good man had before been inter- ested by his open countenance and manly appearance ; and he now began to talk with him . In the course of the con- versation , Gilbert , almost ...
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... morning . Rnd : - learned , - yearns , adorns . Rp : sharp , absorp- tion . Rps : -harps , corpse . Rs : - scarcely , reverse . Rsh : harshness . Rst : forced , conversed . Rsts : - bursts , thirsts . Rt : -depart , exerted . Rth ...
... morning . Rnd : - learned , - yearns , adorns . Rp : sharp , absorp- tion . Rps : -harps , corpse . Rs : - scarcely , reverse . Rsh : harshness . Rst : forced , conversed . Rsts : - bursts , thirsts . Rt : -depart , exerted . Rth ...
Pàgina 41
... morning , a few days since , I wandered into the village graveyard . The stillness of death pervaded the place ; and every thing around seemed to utter one com- mon sentiment . The wind , sighing mournfully through the trees , the ...
... morning , a few days since , I wandered into the village graveyard . The stillness of death pervaded the place ; and every thing around seemed to utter one com- mon sentiment . The wind , sighing mournfully through the trees , the ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 349 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: — "Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires; Strike — for the green graves of your sires, God — and your native land!
Pàgina 231 - UP from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
Pàgina 148 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Pàgina 390 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Pàgina 350 - They fought, like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered— but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Pàgina 421 - Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time , unchanged it has stood , And as if, like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe , — " Forever — never ! Never — forever!
Pàgina 350 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word, And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Pàgina 431 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Pàgina 147 - 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, Was not spoken of the soul.
Pàgina 148 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.