The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and RecitationT.P. & J.S. Fowle, 1823 - 480 páginas |
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... things that are usually deemed essential to a school- reader ; and to the arrangement of the materials of which this is made up . First , then , it may be urged as an objection to this , as a compilation that is to be used by those who ...
... things that are usually deemed essential to a school- reader ; and to the arrangement of the materials of which this is made up . First , then , it may be urged as an objection to this , as a compilation that is to be used by those who ...
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... things , who has created so many millions of men , with whom the spirits of the good will live and be happy for ever ... thing which you can see . Take him for your Lord , and Father , and Friend ; look up unto him as the fountain and ...
... things , who has created so many millions of men , with whom the spirits of the good will live and be happy for ever ... thing which you can see . Take him for your Lord , and Father , and Friend ; look up unto him as the fountain and ...
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... thing , unless you first knew my will ; so let it now be a rule of your life to look up to God in all your actions , to do every thing in his fear , and to abstain from every thing which is not according to his will . Next to this ...
... thing , unless you first knew my will ; so let it now be a rule of your life to look up to God in all your actions , to do every thing in his fear , and to abstain from every thing which is not according to his will . Next to this ...
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... thing unholy and unclean comes abroad from its lurking - place , and deeds of darkness are done beneath the eye of day . The villagers no longer start at horrible sights ; the soothing rites of burial are denied , Lesson 5. ] 28 FIRST ...
... thing unholy and unclean comes abroad from its lurking - place , and deeds of darkness are done beneath the eye of day . The villagers no longer start at horrible sights ; the soothing rites of burial are denied , Lesson 5. ] 28 FIRST ...
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... thing of the use of language , is in a high degree de- lighted with being able to speak . Its incessant repetition of a few articulate sounds , or , perhaps , of a single word , which it has learned to pronounce , proves this point ...
... thing of the use of language , is in a high degree de- lighted with being able to speak . Its incessant repetition of a few articulate sounds , or , perhaps , of a single word , which it has learned to pronounce , proves this point ...
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Página 447 - 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.
Página 26 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Página 433 - 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 447 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Página 282 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, — The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake. They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 444 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Página 254 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Página 446 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears : I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Ca-sar.
Página 25 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils. As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest ; with such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Página 446 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him ; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it ; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.