School Reading by Grades: First [-eighth] Year, Книга 7American Book Company, 1897 |
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... Death of Socrates . The Banishment of the Acadians . Evangeline in Acadia The Boyhood of Gavin Dishart Character of a Happy Life Gradatim Speech of Patrick Henry Extracts from Farewell Address The Haunted Palace The Great Fight at ...
... Death of Socrates . The Banishment of the Acadians . Evangeline in Acadia The Boyhood of Gavin Dishart Character of a Happy Life Gradatim Speech of Patrick Henry Extracts from Farewell Address The Haunted Palace The Great Fight at ...
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... death was the lot of all living things . His punishment was delayed thirty days to await the 20 return of the sacred galley from Delos ; for , according to the laws of Athens , no one could be put to death during the absence of that ...
... death was the lot of all living things . His punishment was delayed thirty days to await the 20 return of the sacred galley from Delos ; for , according to the laws of Athens , no one could be put to death during the absence of that ...
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First [-eighth] Year James Baldwin. From the Painting by H. F. Schopin . Engraved by S. G. Putnam . Socrates Teaching Young Alcibiades . THE DEATH OF SOCRATES . The story of the last.
First [-eighth] Year James Baldwin. From the Painting by H. F. Schopin . Engraved by S. G. Putnam . Socrates Teaching Young Alcibiades . THE DEATH OF SOCRATES . The story of the last.
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First [-eighth] Year James Baldwin. THE DEATH OF SOCRATES . The story of the last hours of Socrates has been told , as follows , by Plato , the greatest of his disciples . When Socrates had done speaking , Crito said : " And have you any ...
First [-eighth] Year James Baldwin. THE DEATH OF SOCRATES . The story of the last hours of Socrates has been told , as follows , by Plato , the greatest of his disciples . When Socrates had done speaking , Crito said : " And have you any ...
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... death , and not be grieved when he sees my body being burned or buried . I would not have him sorrow at my hard lot , or say at the burial Thus we lay 15 out Socrates , ' or , ' Thus we follow him to the grave or bury him ; ' for false ...
... death , and not be grieved when he sees my body being burned or buried . I would not have him sorrow at my hard lot , or say at the burial Thus we lay 15 out Socrates , ' or , ' Thus we follow him to the grave or bury him ; ' for false ...
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Acadians ALDRETH approach arms beautiful beneath blessed Blount Bo-bo Born called canal Charles Charles Lamb cheerful church Crito dark death door earth English Evangeline eyes face father fire Gavin Goldsmith hand happiness hath head heart heaven Hereward hill honor horse hour James Fenimore Cooper John Josiah Gilbert Holland King knew labor Lamb land Lawton live look Lord Margaret Mary Mary Lamb Mary Russell Mitford morning mother never night noble o'er Oliver Goldsmith passed peddler Percy Bysshe Shelley Peter Aitken Phædo pleasure poem Pyramids queen Raleigh Reading by Grades river Robert Collyer rode round School Reading seemed shouting side smile Socrates soldiers soul sound Sphinx stood story street sweet thee things thou thought tion turn village voice walk Washington Irving whole words young youth
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Сторінка 69 - Union to your collective and individual happiness ; that you should cherish a cordial, habitual, and immovable attachment to it; accustoming yourselves to think and speak of it as of the palladium of your political safety and prosperity ; watching for its preservation with jealous anxiety; discountenancing whatever may suggest even a suspicion that it can, in any event, be abandoned ; and indignantly frowning upon the first dawning of every attempt to alienate any portion of our country from the...
Сторінка 22 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Сторінка 68 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace! peace!
Сторінка 171 - How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile, The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Сторінка 68 - There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.
Сторінка 118 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow. And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Сторінка 72 - In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace— Radiant palace— reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there; Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
Сторінка 67 - If we wish to be free; if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges, for which we have been so long contending ; if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle, in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, — we must fight! — I repeat it, sir, we must fight ! An appeal to arms, and to the God of hosts, is all that is left us.
Сторінка 107 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Сторінка 120 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew: 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran that he could gauge...