The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and RecitationT.P. & J.S. Fowle, 1823 - 480 pàgines |
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Pàgina 43
John Pierpont. And blessed be God , who has assured us by a revelation from himself , that the throne of eternity is likewise a throne of mercy and love ; who has permitted and invited us to re- pose ourselves and our hopes on that which ...
John Pierpont. And blessed be God , who has assured us by a revelation from himself , that the throne of eternity is likewise a throne of mercy and love ; who has permitted and invited us to re- pose ourselves and our hopes on that which ...
Pàgina 47
... bless- ed him . As he passed through the village , there was a feeling of strangeness , that every thing should be just as it was when he left it . There was an undefined thought floating in his mind , that his mother's state should ...
... bless- ed him . As he passed through the village , there was a feeling of strangeness , that every thing should be just as it was when he left it . There was an undefined thought floating in his mind , that his mother's state should ...
Pàgina 48
... blessed him . It was the short struggle of a meek spirit . She covered her eyes with her hand , and the tears trickled ... bless so good a son as you have been to me . You will have that consola- tion , my son , which visits but a few ...
... blessed him . It was the short struggle of a meek spirit . She covered her eyes with her hand , and the tears trickled ... bless so good a son as you have been to me . You will have that consola- tion , my son , which visits but a few ...
Pàgina 54
... blessing on the scene . Scarce less the cleft - born wild - flower seems to enjoy Existence , than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets . The massy rocks themselves , The old and ponderous trunks of prostrate trees , That lead ...
... blessing on the scene . Scarce less the cleft - born wild - flower seems to enjoy Existence , than the winged plunderer That sucks its sweets . The massy rocks themselves , The old and ponderous trunks of prostrate trees , That lead ...
Pàgina 67
... bless the wildly devious morning walk ? But yonder comes the powerful King of Day , Rejoicing in the east . The lessening cloud , The kindling azure , and the mountain's brow Illumed with fluid gold , his near approach Betoken glad . Lo ...
... bless the wildly devious morning walk ? But yonder comes the powerful King of Day , Rejoicing in the east . The lessening cloud , The kindling azure , and the mountain's brow Illumed with fluid gold , his near approach Betoken glad . Lo ...
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The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation ... John Pierpont Visualització completa - 1831 |
The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation ... John Pierpont Visualització completa - 1832 |
The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation ... John Pierpont Previsualització no disponible - 1831 |
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Pàgina 447 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse.
Pàgina 26 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Pàgina 433 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Pàgina 447 - 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 in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pàgina 282 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, — The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake. They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Pàgina 444 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Pàgina 254 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Pàgina 446 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears : I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Ca-sar.
Pàgina 25 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils. As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest ; with such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Pàgina 446 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him ; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it ; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.