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... thou fool ! worked solely for thy good , Thy joy , thy pastime , thy attire , thy food ? Ex . 7. Lingua - palatals ( d , 1 , n , r * , s * , sh , t , z * ) . Formed by the application of the fore - part of the tongue to the fore- part ...
... thou fool ! worked solely for thy good , Thy joy , thy pastime , thy attire , thy food ? Ex . 7. Lingua - palatals ( d , 1 , n , r * , s * , sh , t , z * ) . Formed by the application of the fore - part of the tongue to the fore- part ...
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... thou affright me ! The light burns blue . It is now dead midnight ; Cold , fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh . Tread softly , bow the head- In reverent silence bow . No passing bell doth toll , Yet an immortal soul Is passing ...
... thou affright me ! The light burns blue . It is now dead midnight ; Cold , fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh . Tread softly , bow the head- In reverent silence bow . No passing bell doth toll , Yet an immortal soul Is passing ...
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... thou hast seen ; Encountered all that troubles thee : He was whatever thou hast been ; He is what thou shalt be . Slow Time . 30. Slow Rate is used to express awe , dignity , deliberation , grief , and solemn discourse generally . Ex ...
... thou hast seen ; Encountered all that troubles thee : He was whatever thou hast been ; He is what thou shalt be . Slow Time . 30. Slow Rate is used to express awe , dignity , deliberation , grief , and solemn discourse generally . Ex ...
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... thou say ? To - MORROW ? It is a period nowhere to be found In all the hoary registers of time . -What men could do Is done already ; heaven and earth will witness , If Rome must fall , that we are innocent . The was a time , my fellow ...
... thou say ? To - MORROW ? It is a period nowhere to be found In all the hoary registers of time . -What men could do Is done already ; heaven and earth will witness , If Rome must fall , that we are innocent . The was a time , my fellow ...
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... thou not thús , with ìnsult váin , Provòk'd my patience to complain , I had conceal'd thy méaner birth , Nor traced thee to the scúm of earth . For scarce níne suns have wàk'd the hours , To swell the fruit and paint the flow'rs , Since ...
... thou not thús , with ìnsult váin , Provòk'd my patience to complain , I had conceal'd thy méaner birth , Nor traced thee to the scúm of earth . For scarce níne suns have wàk'd the hours , To swell the fruit and paint the flow'rs , Since ...
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Lessons on elocution and good reading for girls Alexander Kennedy Isbister Visos knygos peržiūra - 1870 |
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Abou Ben Adhem accent áll Analysis of Sentences arms articulation beauty behold bells bosom breast breath cheerful circumflex clouds Consonant Sounds dark dead death deep delight doth dread earth Elocution Emphasis of Feeling English ENGLISH LANGUAGE eternity EUCLID Excelsior Exercises expression extract eyes face fair father Floy George III give glaciers glory grave hand hath head hear heaven helmet of Navarre king Labio-dentals Laodamia light limestone lips LL.B look Lord loud Marie-Antoinette mingled Monotone Mother's Love murmur night noble o'er once passion peace Protesilaus pupil reader reading ride to town Rio Negro rise roar roll Runic silence sleep smile soft solemn sorrow soul speaking spirit subordinate clauses sweet swells syllables tender thee thine thou thought tion Tone tongue town to-day voice vowels waves wild wondrous words
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64 psl. - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
84 psl. - 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, They are Ghouls...
38 psl. - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown . For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
15 psl. - Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
83 psl. - 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...
68 psl. - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt.
85 psl. - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
83 psl. - Hear the loud alarum bells — Brazen bells ! What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune. In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
75 psl. - They snatch'd her instruments of sound,' And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power, FIRST Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewilder'd laid, And back recoil'd, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made. Next Anger rush'd ; his eyes on fire, In lightnings own'd his secret stings : In one rude clash, he struck the lyre, And swept with hurried hand the strings...
74 psl. - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path, but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.