The Common School Speaker: A New Collection of Original and Selected Pieces, for Reading and RecitationS. Babcock, 1844 - 288 páginas |
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... who hear , must the flatterer fear , However his flatteries please ; For though e'er so demure , you may always be sure He seeks something dearer than cheese , 2 * LESSON V. THE USE OF FLOWERS . A few of COMMON SCHOOL SPEAKER . 17.
... who hear , must the flatterer fear , However his flatteries please ; For though e'er so demure , you may always be sure He seeks something dearer than cheese , 2 * LESSON V. THE USE OF FLOWERS . A few of COMMON SCHOOL SPEAKER . 17.
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... sure . How do the perfectionists calculate to make mankind perfect ? By the old process of calling evil good and good evil . This is a busy world , as the grasshopper said when he thrust his long leg into an ant hill ; an innovation ...
... sure . How do the perfectionists calculate to make mankind perfect ? By the old process of calling evil good and good evil . This is a busy world , as the grasshopper said when he thrust his long leg into an ant hill ; an innovation ...
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... sure . Many a stately form shall yield , When our power is felt within ; Many a foolish tongue reveal What the recent draught has been ; Many a thoughtless , yielding youth , With his promise COMMON SCHOOL SPEAKER . 59 Miss H F Gould,
... sure . Many a stately form shall yield , When our power is felt within ; Many a foolish tongue reveal What the recent draught has been ; Many a thoughtless , yielding youth , With his promise COMMON SCHOOL SPEAKER . 59 Miss H F Gould,
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... : Is it solid substance painted ? Then who had the job to do ? Sure it was a mighty painter Must have used his pencil there ! poems . And then how was the staging raised ? Painters do 6 COMMON SCHOOL SPEAKER . 61 Editor,
... : Is it solid substance painted ? Then who had the job to do ? Sure it was a mighty painter Must have used his pencil there ! poems . And then how was the staging raised ? Painters do 6 COMMON SCHOOL SPEAKER . 61 Editor,
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... sure it must be very droll To see him ere he rises up , Still taking in a stock of coal . The moon too , does she really have Eyes , nose , and mouth , and ruddy phiz ? Why does she only show her head ? And who knows where her body is ...
... sure it must be very droll To see him ere he rises up , Still taking in a stock of coal . The moon too , does she really have Eyes , nose , and mouth , and ruddy phiz ? Why does she only show her head ? And who knows where her body is ...
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Términos y frases comunes
battle beautiful beneath bird blessings blood brave breast breath brow Bucolies BUNKER HILL MONUMENT Cæsar called child CIRCASSIAN cried dark dead dear death Decemviri deep Dismal Swamp dream earth England Excelsior Fable father fear flowers following piece glory grave hand hast hath hear heart Heaven hills hope Julius Cæsar Katydid king lady land LESSON light lips live look Lord loud Mac Gregor mamma MARY HOWITT mighty moral mother mountain N. P. WILLIS ne'er neath never night o'er passing peace poem poet Pontifex Maximus poor pride shore sigh sing sleep smile soul spirit stanza star steed stood sweet sword tears tell tempest thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thunder tree Twas Vanity Fair Vive l'amour voice Walter Scott Washington wave wild word written young pupil youth
Pasajes populares
Página 69 - 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...
Página 253 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies now, upon them with the lance! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rush'd, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Página 142 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...
Página 75 - The school-boy whips his taxed top ; the beardless youth manages his taxed horse with a taxed bridle, on a taxed road ; and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine, which has paid...
Página 183 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Página 162 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?
Página 70 - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Página 254 - ... rend your hair for those who never shall return. • Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ; Ho ! burghers of St.
Página 230 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Página 171 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. And fast before her father's men, Three days we've fled together; For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?