The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed for the Highest Class in Public and Private SchoolsThomas Cowperthwait & Company, 1845 - 484 pàgines |
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... Death of President Harrison ... 98. The Hour of Death ... 99. The Graves of a Household .... 100. The Genius of Death ... 101. The Coronation of Winter .. 102. A Forest on Fire ... 103. The Hermit of Niagara .. 104. The Mocking Bird ...
... Death of President Harrison ... 98. The Hour of Death ... 99. The Graves of a Household .... 100. The Genius of Death ... 101. The Coronation of Winter .. 102. A Forest on Fire ... 103. The Hermit of Niagara .. 104. The Mocking Bird ...
Pàgina 29
... death , comes unexpectedly on the unthink- ing and unprepared , although its approach be visible , and its arrival certain . Those who have , in the earlier part of life , neglected to furnish their minds with ideas , to fortify them by ...
... death , comes unexpectedly on the unthink- ing and unprepared , although its approach be visible , and its arrival certain . Those who have , in the earlier part of life , neglected to furnish their minds with ideas , to fortify them by ...
Pàgina 36
... death . As sparks mount upwards from the fiery blaze , So suns are born , so worlds spring forth from thee ; And , as the spangles in the sunny rays Shine round the silver snow , the păgeantry Of heaven's bright army glitters in thy ...
... death . As sparks mount upwards from the fiery blaze , So suns are born , so worlds spring forth from thee ; And , as the spangles in the sunny rays Shine round the silver snow , the păgeantry Of heaven's bright army glitters in thy ...
Pàgina 38
... death , and bade it wear The garments of eternal day , and wing Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere , Even to its Source to thee its Author , there . - -- O , thoughts ineffable ! O , visions blest ! Though worthless our ...
... death , and bade it wear The garments of eternal day , and wing Its heavenly flight beyond this little sphere , Even to its Source to thee its Author , there . - -- O , thoughts ineffable ! O , visions blest ! Though worthless our ...
Pàgina 40
... death as he was going to an evening party , where he spoke of his departed friend , and of his irreparable loss to his widow and children , in such a way as to bring tears into the eyes of all who heard him ; but 40 DISTRICT SCHOOL READER .
... death as he was going to an evening party , where he spoke of his departed friend , and of his irreparable loss to his widow and children , in such a way as to bring tears into the eyes of all who heard him ; but 40 DISTRICT SCHOOL READER .
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The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed ... William Draper Swan Visualització completa - 1848 |
The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed ... William Draper Swan Visualització completa - 1845 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 179 - 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,
Pàgina 78 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power. In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard ; Then wore his monarch's...
Pàgina 393 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing...
Pàgina 77 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free. And many a tyrant since : their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts; — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Pàgina 260 - 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?
Pàgina 170 - Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Pàgina 121 - T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here? For Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae!
Pàgina 158 - Motionless torrents, silent cataracts, Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Pàgina 448 - What constitutes a state ? Not high-raised battlement or labored mound, Thick wall or moated gate ; Not cities proud, with spires and turrets crowned ; Not bays and broad-armed ports, Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride ; Not starred and spangled courts, Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No: MEN, high-minded MEN...
Pàgina 168 - Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation ? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth ; to know the worst, and to provide for it.