The Standard Fourth Reader: With Spelling and Defining Lessons, Exercises in Declamation, Etc. Part twoJ. Shorey, 1870 - 336 sivua |
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... dead'en , děafen , e'ven , foreign , fro'zen , has'ten , heav'en , kneel , Lat'in , often rea'son , sat'in , slov'en , stolen . ( as in lull . In the following words we have Italicized the un- sounded letters ) . A'ble , cas'tle , chap ...
... dead'en , děafen , e'ven , foreign , fro'zen , has'ten , heav'en , kneel , Lat'in , often rea'son , sat'in , slov'en , stolen . ( as in lull . In the following words we have Italicized the un- sounded letters ) . A'ble , cas'tle , chap ...
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... dead- liest foe . For thee , Catiline , we have still a law . Think not , because we are forbearing , that we are powerless . 5. We have a statute , though it rests among our archives like a sword in its scabbard , a statute which makes ...
... dead- liest foe . For thee , Catiline , we have still a law . Think not , because we are forbearing , that we are powerless . 5. We have a statute , though it rests among our archives like a sword in its scabbard , a statute which makes ...
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... nerves to brace , the heart to warm , As , thinking of the mighty dead , The young from slōthful couch shall star And vow , with lifted hands outspread , Like them to act a noble part ! LAST DAYS OF MADAME ROLAND . " O ! who The Retort,
... nerves to brace , the heart to warm , As , thinking of the mighty dead , The young from slōthful couch shall star And vow , with lifted hands outspread , Like them to act a noble part ! LAST DAYS OF MADAME ROLAND . " O ! who The Retort,
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... dead , — All ages past , a blank would be , Sunk in oblivion's murky bed , ― A desert bare , a shipless sea ? They are the distant objects seen , The lofty marks of what hath been . O ! who shall lightly say that Fame Is nothing but an ...
... dead , — All ages past , a blank would be , Sunk in oblivion's murky bed , ― A desert bare , a shipless sea ? They are the distant objects seen , The lofty marks of what hath been . O ! who shall lightly say that Fame Is nothing but an ...
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... dead bodies ! And at length you will bow down your necks to the yoke , and find your vile refuge in the rule of a despot . 9. " I make no concealment of my sympathies , my opinions . I know that a Roman mother once was sent to the ...
... dead bodies ! And at length you will bow down your necks to the yoke , and find your vile refuge in the rule of a despot . 9. " I make no concealment of my sympathies , my opinions . I know that a Roman mother once was sent to the ...
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AMERICAN ROBIN arms army Avoid saying battle BATTLE OF IVRY beauty Bernardo BERNARDO DEL CARPIO bird bless blood boys brave breathe Cæsar Capt Catiline Cato courage cried dark death delight Doub earth EXERCISES IN ELOCUTION eyes FALL OF CONSTANTINOPLE father fear feel fire foes France give glory Goldsmith hand hast hath head heard heart heaven honor hour human immortal JOAN OF ARC king Lampedo land liberty light live look Lord loud Marmion Memorus mind MOUNT ETNA mountain nature never night noble o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH passion pibroch Pronounce replied ship soldier Song of Hiawatha soul sound speak SPECIAL EXERCISES spirit Squire Swipes sword syllable tell thee thine thing thou thought tion To-day tone voice Wat Tyler WILLIAM THE SILENT words young
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Sivu 131 - The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talked the night away; Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and shewed how fields were won.
Sivu 267 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers, hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear. Believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe. Censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Sivu 186 - 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' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Sivu 330 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Sivu 328 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Sivu 281 - 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...
Sivu 333 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Sivu 331 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Sivu 316 - 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 honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Sivu 186 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.