Bancroft's Fifth ReaderBancroft, 1883 - 352 стор. |
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... hear pupils recite or declaim individually , let the class recite or declaim in concert . III . BREATHING EXERCISES . Concert drill in articulation , phonic spelling , and concert reading should sometimes be preceded by short exercises ...
... hear pupils recite or declaim individually , let the class recite or declaim in concert . III . BREATHING EXERCISES . Concert drill in articulation , phonic spelling , and concert reading should sometimes be preceded by short exercises ...
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... hear ye . tin'sel , any thing gaudy or showy . wist'ful , attentive . WRITTEN SPELLING . - WORDS OFTEN MISSPELLED . Divide into syllables , mark the accented syllable , and use the proper diacritical marks . cashmere sulphur tureen ...
... hear ye . tin'sel , any thing gaudy or showy . wist'ful , attentive . WRITTEN SPELLING . - WORDS OFTEN MISSPELLED . Divide into syllables , mark the accented syllable , and use the proper diacritical marks . cashmere sulphur tureen ...
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... hears no music ; Seldom he smiles ; and smiles in such a sort , As if he mocked himself , and scorned his spirit , That could be moved to smile at anything . Such men as he be never at heart's ease While they behold a greater than ...
... hears no music ; Seldom he smiles ; and smiles in such a sort , As if he mocked himself , and scorned his spirit , That could be moved to smile at anything . Such men as he be never at heart's ease While they behold a greater than ...
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... hear ! A chieftain's daughter seemed the maid ; Her satin snood , her silken plaid , Her golden brooch , such birth betrayed . Impatient of the silent horn , Now on the gale her voice was borne : - " Father ! " she cried ; -the rocks ...
... hear ! A chieftain's daughter seemed the maid ; Her satin snood , her silken plaid , Her golden brooch , such birth betrayed . Impatient of the silent horn , Now on the gale her voice was borne : - " Father ! " she cried ; -the rocks ...
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... handful | to the tribes | That slumber in its bosom . Take the wings Of morning , and the Barcan dèsert pierce , Or lose thyself | in the continuous woods | Where rolls the Oregon , and hears no sound | FIFTH READER . 95.
... handful | to the tribes | That slumber in its bosom . Take the wings Of morning , and the Barcan dèsert pierce , Or lose thyself | in the continuous woods | Where rolls the Oregon , and hears no sound | FIFTH READER . 95.
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ALFRED TENNYSON Antony arms Barm Barmecide beautiful bells blood Brutus Cæsar called Cassius circumflex cloud dark dead death delight earth emphasis emphatic eyes falling inflection feet fire George Stephenson give glaciers hand head hear heart heaven honor horse hour hundred Ichabod invented Julius Cæsar let the class liberty light live Loch Katrine look mark Mark Antony mast means memory mountain never noble o'er piece poem poet poetry prose R. H. Hutton recitation Require pupils rhetorical pauses Ring rising inflection river round Rule sails Second Citizen Serapis Shac ship side sloop smile snow sound speak SPELLING.-WORDS OFTEN MISSPELLED SUBVOCALS sweet table of Solomon tell thee thing Third Citizen thou thought thousand tion valley VOCAL voice vowel WASHINGTON IRVING wild wild bells wind words WRITTEN SPELLING.-WORDS Yosemite Valley
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Сторінка 270 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Сторінка 317 - Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Misery all he had, a tear, He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Сторінка 300 - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers ; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? And sell the mighty space of our large honors, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus?
Сторінка 284 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Сторінка 187 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Сторінка 229 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track, And one eye's black intelligence — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance; And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her; "We'll remember at Aix...
Сторінка 249 - THE DESERTED VILLAGE. SWEET Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed: Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene! How often have I paused on every charm...
Сторінка 295 - Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing, ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Сторінка 106 - While the Union lasts we have high, exciting, gratifying prospects spread out before us, for us and our children. Beyond that I seek not to penetrate the veil. God grant that in my day, at least, that curtain may not rise. God grant that, on my vision, never may be opened what lies behind.
Сторінка 266 - O Lord my God, thou art very great ; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain : Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters : who maketh the clouds his chariot ; who walketh upon the wings of the wind...