The Fifth Reader of the School and Family SeriesHarper & Brothers, Franklin Square, New York., 1863 - 527 pàgines |
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Pàgina 19
... represented . Crito . This gives me some new ideas of the art of reading ; for it ap- pears , from what you say , that if we would correctly express the thoughts and feelings of another ' , we must first know precisely what those ...
... represented . Crito . This gives me some new ideas of the art of reading ; for it ap- pears , from what you say , that if we would correctly express the thoughts and feelings of another ' , we must first know precisely what those ...
Pàgina 33
... represented as telling what another person said , it is not in good taste for one who is reading the narration to change to , and fully assume , the character of that other person . He must give the greater prominence throughout to the ...
... represented as telling what another person said , it is not in good taste for one who is reading the narration to change to , and fully assume , the character of that other person . He must give the greater prominence throughout to the ...
Pàgina 37
... represented . It is the " Pauper's Drive , " written by Thomas Noel . As we read the dirge which the driver sings , we can scarce- ly refrain from singing it too , and with a kind of careless sadness , which , in the closing of the ...
... represented . It is the " Pauper's Drive , " written by Thomas Noel . As we read the dirge which the driver sings , we can scarce- ly refrain from singing it too , and with a kind of careless sadness , which , in the closing of the ...
Pàgina 38
... represented . I will pronounce the first verse only : " Pity the sorrows of a poor old man , Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door , Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span ; Oh ! give relief , and Heaven will bless ...
... represented . I will pronounce the first verse only : " Pity the sorrows of a poor old man , Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door , Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span ; Oh ! give relief , and Heaven will bless ...
Pàgina 56
... represents the under side of the upper shell of the tortoise , with the bones of the limbs attached in their proper places . Downward through the length of the shell runs the spinal column ; branching out from each side of it are the ...
... represents the under side of the upper shell of the tortoise , with the bones of the limbs attached in their proper places . Downward through the length of the shell runs the spinal column ; branching out from each side of it are the ...
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Pàgina 82 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind Which I respect not.
Pàgina 490 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Pàgina 314 - Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice — Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image.
Pàgina 534 - 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. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Pàgina 42 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue, Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours: Where are they? With the years beyond the Flood.
Pàgina 533 - 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.
Pàgina 491 - 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.
Pàgina 531 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
Pàgina 491 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Pàgina 489 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "T is some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door Only this and nothing more.