The National Fifth Reader: Containing a Complete and Practical Treatise on Elocution, Select and Classified Exercises in Reading and Declamation, with Biographical Sketches, and Copious Notes, Adapted to the Use of Students in LiteratureA.S. Barnes, 1866 - 600 стор. |
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... turned up to the sun , and from which spring the flowers of expression . Expression is the soul of elocution . By its ever - varying and delicate combinations , and its magic and irresistible power , it wills — and the listless ear ...
... turned up to the sun , and from which spring the flowers of expression . Expression is the soul of elocution . By its ever - varying and delicate combinations , and its magic and irresistible power , it wills — and the listless ear ...
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... turned away , the soldier said to his officer that 1 Monsieur , ( mo sēr ′ ) , Sir ; Mr. 9 Aunt , ( int ) . 8 Czar , ( zår ) , emperor . 4 In ex ' o ra ble , not to be per- suaded or moved by entreaty or prayer ; unyielding ...
... turned away , the soldier said to his officer that 1 Monsieur , ( mo sēr ′ ) , Sir ; Mr. 9 Aunt , ( int ) . 8 Czar , ( zår ) , emperor . 4 In ex ' o ra ble , not to be per- suaded or moved by entreaty or prayer ; unyielding ...
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... is quietness . Less fearful , on this day , the limping hare . 1 Těď ded , spread out , or turned and scattered for drying . Stops , and looks back , and stops , and 5 SABBATH MORNING . 97 James Grahame SECTION XVIII The Annoyer.
... is quietness . Less fearful , on this day , the limping hare . 1 Těď ded , spread out , or turned and scattered for drying . Stops , and looks back , and stops , and 5 SABBATH MORNING . 97 James Grahame SECTION XVIII The Annoyer.
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... turned into such a frigid mummery of words . 10. I approached the grave . The coffin was placed on the ground . On it were inscribed the name and age of the deceased GEORGE SOMERS , AGED 26 YEARS . " The poor mother had been assisted to ...
... turned into such a frigid mummery of words . 10. I approached the grave . The coffin was placed on the ground . On it were inscribed the name and age of the deceased GEORGE SOMERS , AGED 26 YEARS . " The poor mother had been assisted to ...
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... turned to this poor widow , bowed down by age and sorrow at the altar of her God , and offering up the prayers and praises of a pious , though a broken heart , I felt that this living monument of real grief was worth them all . 16. I ...
... turned to this poor widow , bowed down by age and sorrow at the altar of her God , and offering up the prayers and praises of a pious , though a broken heart , I felt that this living monument of real grief was worth them all . 16. I ...
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Сторінка 553 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Сторінка 184 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Сторінка 537 - The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Сторінка 252 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Сторінка 537 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Сторінка 475 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Сторінка 126 - The venerable woods; rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages.
Сторінка 125 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world, — with kings, The powerful of the earth, — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, — All in one mighty sepulchre.
Сторінка 555 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Сторінка 61 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering