McGuffey's New Sixth Eclectic Reader: Exercises in Rhetorical Reading, with Introductory Rules and Examples, Книги 6Wilson, Hinkle & Company, 1867 - Всего страниц: 460 |
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... Mother . 110. The Dead Eagle 112. Red Jacket , the Indian Chief 115. My Mother's Picture 118. The Closing Year . Mrs. Hemans . 204 205 • Longfellow . 212 . • Shakspeare . 213 • N. P. Willis . 217 Hemans . Drake . Karamisin . 219 . Gray ...
... Mother . 110. The Dead Eagle 112. Red Jacket , the Indian Chief 115. My Mother's Picture 118. The Closing Year . Mrs. Hemans . 204 205 • Longfellow . 212 . • Shakspeare . 213 • N. P. Willis . 217 Hemans . Drake . Karamisin . 219 . Gray ...
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... mother earth why oaks are made Taller and stronger than the weeds they shade . 2. Their praise is still , " the style is excellent , " The sense they humbly take upon content . 3. False eloquence , like the prismatic glass , Its fairy ...
... mother earth why oaks are made Taller and stronger than the weeds they shade . 2. Their praise is still , " the style is excellent , " The sense they humbly take upon content . 3. False eloquence , like the prismatic glass , Its fairy ...
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... mother held me to her bosom , and sung the warlike deeds of the Mohawks . " 5. A mingled expression of grief and anger passed over his face , as he watched a loaded boat in its passage across the stream . " The white man carries food to ...
... mother held me to her bosom , and sung the warlike deeds of the Mohawks . " 5. A mingled expression of grief and anger passed over his face , as he watched a loaded boat in its passage across the stream . " The white man carries food to ...
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... his daughter's voice , Singing in the village choir , And it makes his heart rejoice . 6. It sounds to him like her mother's voice , Singing in Paradise` ! He needs must think of her once more , How 86 NEW SIXTH READER . Longfellow.
... his daughter's voice , Singing in the village choir , And it makes his heart rejoice . 6. It sounds to him like her mother's voice , Singing in Paradise` ! He needs must think of her once more , How 86 NEW SIXTH READER . Longfellow.
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... Mother ' , with thine earnest eye , Ever following silently ' ; Father ' , by the breeze at eve Called thy harvest work to leave ' ; Pray ! Ere yet the dark hours be , Lift the heart , and bend the knee ' . 2. Traveler ' , in the ...
... Mother ' , with thine earnest eye , Ever following silently ' ; Father ' , by the breeze at eve Called thy harvest work to leave ' ; Pray ! Ere yet the dark hours be , Lift the heart , and bend the knee ' . 2. Traveler ' , in the ...
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Стр. 151 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent ; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood...
Стр. 212 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Стр. 63 - This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, " Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you "—here I opened wide the door.
Стр. 119 - In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free — if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending...
Стр. 72 - 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?
Стр. 136 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Стр. 73 - For I can raise no money by vile means : 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 : I did send To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me : was that done like Cassius...
Стр. 64 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Стр. 38 - saith he ; " Have naught but the bearded grain ? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves ; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled ; " Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.