The American First-class Book, Or Exercises in Reading and Recitation: Selected Principally from Modern Authors of Great Britain and America, and Designed for the Use of the Highest Class in Public and Private SchoolsJ.B.Lippincott, 1855 |
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... once held our fathers , the serpent hisses and the wild bird screams . The halls , which once were crowded with all that taste and science and labor could procure , which resounded with melody and were lighted up with beauty , are ...
... once held our fathers , the serpent hisses and the wild bird screams . The halls , which once were crowded with all that taste and science and labor could procure , which resounded with melody and were lighted up with beauty , are ...
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... once we lived . But the same unalterable Being will still preside over the universe , through all its changes ; and from his remembrance we shall never be blotted . We can never be where he is not , nor where he sees and loves and up ...
... once we lived . But the same unalterable Being will still preside over the universe , through all its changes ; and from his remembrance we shall never be blotted . We can never be where he is not , nor where he sees and loves and up ...
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... once into the bustle and novelties of another world . I have said that at sea all is vacancy . I should correct the expression . To one given up to day - dreaming , and fond of losing himself in reveries , a sea - voyage is full of ...
... once into the bustle and novelties of another world . I have said that at sea all is vacancy . I should correct the expression . To one given up to day - dreaming , and fond of losing himself in reveries , a sea - voyage is full of ...
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... and disaster . I was particu- larly struck with a short one related by the captain . " As I was once sailing , " said he , " in a fine stout ship across the banks of Newfoundland , one of the heavy 56 [ Lesson 15 . THE AMERICAN.
... and disaster . I was particu- larly struck with a short one related by the captain . " As I was once sailing , " said he , " in a fine stout ship across the banks of Newfoundland , one of the heavy 56 [ Lesson 15 . THE AMERICAN.
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... once at the pier . It was thronged with people ; some idle lookers - on , others eager expectants of friends or relatives . I could distinguish the merchant to whom the ship belonged . I knew him by his calculating brow and rest- less ...
... once at the pier . It was thronged with people ; some idle lookers - on , others eager expectants of friends or relatives . I could distinguish the merchant to whom the ship belonged . I knew him by his calculating brow and rest- less ...
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Página 219 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Página 415 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their...
Página 217 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 172 - Thou art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Página 404 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Página 424 - 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.
Página 403 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Página 479 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Página 38 - Of old hast THOU laid the foundation of the earth : And the heavens are the work of thy hands. They shall perish, but THOU shalt endure : Yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment ; As a vesture shalt THOU change them, and they shall be changed : But THOU art the same, And thy years shall have no end.
Página 472 - 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 — Darkness there and nothing more.