The Gradual Reader, First Step, Or, Exercises in Articulation: Designed to Develop and Strengthen the Organs of Speech, and to Facilitate the Correct Utterance of the Elementary Sounds and Their Combinations : Published Without the Reading Lessons, at the Request of Teachers : for the Use of Pupils in the Higher Classes

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Cady and Burgess, 1848 - 56 стор.

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Сторінка 20 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.
Сторінка 43 - Blanc! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form, Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines How silently! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black — An ebon mass. Methinks thou...
Сторінка 47 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed; in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime, — The image of Eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Сторінка 26 - Play on, play on ; I am with you there, In the midst of your merry ring ; I can feel the thrill of the daring jump, And the rush of the breathless swing. I hide with you in the fragrant hay, And I whoop the smothered call, And my feet slip up on the seedy floor, And I care not for the fall.
Сторінка 46 - To whom should we assign the sphinx's fame ? Was Cheops or Cephrenes architect Of either Pyramid that bears his name? Is Pompey's pillar really a misnomer? Had Thebes a hundred gates, as sung by Homer?
Сторінка 9 - O'er wrathful surge, through blackening storm, Majestically calm would go 'Mid the deep darkness white as snow ! But gently now the small waves glide Like playful lambs o'er a mountain's side. So stately her bearing, so proud her array, The main she will traverse for ever and aye. Many ports will exult at the gleam of her mast ; — Hush ! hush ! thou vain dreamer ! this hour is her last.
Сторінка 30 - But the soul of one has fled. He was the proudest in his strength, The manliest of ye all: Why lies he at that fearful length, And ye around his pall ? Ye reckon it in days, since he Strode up that foot-worn aisle, With his dark eye flashing gloriously.
Сторінка 18 - 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.
Сторінка 18 - mid the silence lie ! By that blue arch, this beauteous Earth Mid Evening's hour of dewy mirth Seems bound unto the sky. O ! that this lovely Vale were mine ! Then, from glad youth to calm decline, My years would gently glide ; Hope would rejoice in endless Dreams, And memory's oft-returning gleams By Peace be sanctified.

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