The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed for the Highest Class in Public and Private SchoolsThomas Cowperthwait & Company, 1845 - 484 psl. |
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... round an eloquent talker , while Apollo himself , if he be silent , will be left to admire his own face in the glass . There is an un- bought grace , a natural charm , in conversation , which wins our confidence , and opens a way to our ...
... round an eloquent talker , while Apollo himself , if he be silent , will be left to admire his own face in the glass . There is an un- bought grace , a natural charm , in conversation , which wins our confidence , and opens a way to our ...
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... round her path a stream of living light , And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest , Where Virtue triumphs , and her sons are blest . Books . CRABBE . BLEST be the gracious Power , who taught mankind To stamp a lasting image of ...
... round her path a stream of living light , And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest , Where Virtue triumphs , and her sons are blest . Books . CRABBE . BLEST be the gracious Power , who taught mankind To stamp a lasting image of ...
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... round , And joy and reverence filled the place ! From heaven he came - of heaven he spoke- To heaven he led his followers ' way ; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke , Unveiling an immortal day . Nature's Temple . GRAHAME . It is not ...
... round , And joy and reverence filled the place ! From heaven he came - of heaven he spoke- To heaven he led his followers ' way ; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke , Unveiling an immortal day . Nature's Temple . GRAHAME . It is not ...
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... round the silver snow , the păgeantry Of heaven's bright army glitters in thy praise.- A million torches , lighted by thy hand , Wander unwearied through the blue abyss : They own thy power , accomplish thy command , All gay with life ...
... round the silver snow , the păgeantry Of heaven's bright army glitters in thy praise.- A million torches , lighted by thy hand , Wander unwearied through the blue abyss : They own thy power , accomplish thy command , All gay with life ...
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... round him thronged his children young , When bright eyes gushed with burning tears , And anguish dwelt on every tongue , Was he cut off , and left behind A widowed wife , scarce half resigned ? ― Perhaps he perished for the faith ...
... round him thronged his children young , When bright eyes gushed with burning tears , And anguish dwelt on every tongue , Was he cut off , and left behind A widowed wife , scarce half resigned ? ― Perhaps he perished for the faith ...
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The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking Designed ... William Draper Swan Visos knygos peržiūra - 1848 |
The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking Designed ... William Draper Swan Visos knygos peržiūra - 1845 |
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330 psl. - And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? 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 honorable man.
331 psl. - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
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179 psl. - 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,
396 psl. - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
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121 psl. - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
260 psl. - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?