Analytical Fifth-[sixth] Reader: Containing an Introductory Article on the General Principles of Elocution [etc.]G. & C.W. Sherwood, 1867 |
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... sweet , meat , glebe . Birthe same in Woree ? the fires in them LESSON III . each If , while the lip and teeth are placed as described in Lesson II . , for forming " the sound of f , " a tone , or singing sound , be given , " the sound ...
... sweet , meat , glebe . Birthe same in Woree ? the fires in them LESSON III . each If , while the lip and teeth are placed as described in Lesson II . , for forming " the sound of f , " a tone , or singing sound , be given , " the sound ...
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... sweet bride and come with me . ' " With you ! " the hapless husband cried ! " With you , and quit my Susan's side ! Young as I am , ' tis monstrous hard ! " If the word " am " is made emphatic , with the falling inflection , the ...
... sweet bride and come with me . ' " With you ! " the hapless husband cried ! " With you , and quit my Susan's side ! Young as I am , ' tis monstrous hard ! " If the word " am " is made emphatic , with the falling inflection , the ...
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... sweets of domestic life , to the happiness of kindred and parents and children . We welcome you to the immeasur- able blessings of rational existence , the immortal hope of Christianity , and the light of everlasting truth . SELECTIONS ...
... sweets of domestic life , to the happiness of kindred and parents and children . We welcome you to the immeasur- able blessings of rational existence , the immortal hope of Christianity , and the light of everlasting truth . SELECTIONS ...
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... sweet music , almost as continuous as the dripping of a rill , in the mournful forest . 6. The birch is a great favorite of mine . It reminds me of the whistles of my boyhood . Its fragrant bark - what de- light it was to wrench it from ...
... sweet music , almost as continuous as the dripping of a rill , in the mournful forest . 6. The birch is a great favorite of mine . It reminds me of the whistles of my boyhood . Its fragrant bark - what de- light it was to wrench it from ...
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... sweet peal anew Of music so delicate , soft , and intense , It was felt like an odor within the sense . " And the deep hum , too , about it - an atmosphere of sound- the festival of the bees surrounding the chalices so rich with honey ...
... sweet peal anew Of music so delicate , soft , and intense , It was felt like an odor within the sense . " And the deep hum , too , about it - an atmosphere of sound- the festival of the bees surrounding the chalices so rich with honey ...
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Стр. 209 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Стр. 217 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Стр. 60 - In all his armour drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume Upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, And a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, And his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, As rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout,
Стр. 283 - I have ventured. Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders. This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me.
Стр. 52 - 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...
Стр. 236 - Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street, Wanders and watches with eager ears, Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door, The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, And the measured tread of the grenadiers, Marching down to their boats on the shore.
Стр. 236 - Good night!" and with muffled oar Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore, Just as the moon rose over the bay, Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset, British man-of-war; A phantom ship, with each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar, And a huge black hulk, that was magnified By its own reflection in the tide.
Стр. 59 - Oh ! how our hearts were beating, when at the dawn of day, We saw the army of the League drawn out in long array; With all its priest-led citizens, and all its rebel peers, And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Egmont's Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land!
Стр. 85 - The house-dog on his paws outspread Laid to the fire his drowsy head, The cat's dark silhouette on the wall A couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons...
Стр. 238 - It was one by the village clock When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. It was two by the village clock "When he came to the bridge in Concord town.