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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Pàgina 13
... pleasure , for instruction or amusement . " Speech , " I adopt the language of the profound Barrow , " speech is the rudder that steereth human affairs , -the spring that setteth the wheels of action on going . It is the profession and ...
... pleasure , for instruction or amusement . " Speech , " I adopt the language of the profound Barrow , " speech is the rudder that steereth human affairs , -the spring that setteth the wheels of action on going . It is the profession and ...
Pàgina 15
... pleasure ? There is nothing that exerts a more bewitching fascination over us than fine conversation . Personal beauty is not to be com- pared to it . The young and the beautiful will cluster round an eloquent talker , while Apollo ...
... pleasure ? There is nothing that exerts a more bewitching fascination over us than fine conversation . Personal beauty is not to be com- pared to it . The young and the beautiful will cluster round an eloquent talker , while Apollo ...
Pàgina 17
... pleasures of hours , and yet make hours pass away with the rapidity of minutes . Others , too , can afford an entertainment as gratifying , though not as stimulating , from the acquired treasures gained by extensive and well - digested ...
... pleasures of hours , and yet make hours pass away with the rapidity of minutes . Others , too , can afford an entertainment as gratifying , though not as stimulating , from the acquired treasures gained by extensive and well - digested ...
Pàgina 20
... pleasures most we feel when most alone , - The only pleasures we can call our own . Lighter than air , Hope's summer - visions die If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober reason play , Lo , Fancy's fairy frost ...
... pleasures most we feel when most alone , - The only pleasures we can call our own . Lighter than air , Hope's summer - visions die If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober reason play , Lo , Fancy's fairy frost ...
Pàgina 23
... pleasure to so great a part of a revolving sphere . It may be perhaps observed by the moralist , with equal reason , that our globe seems particularly fitted for the resi- dence of a being placed here only for a short time , whose task ...
... pleasure to so great a part of a revolving sphere . It may be perhaps observed by the moralist , with equal reason , that our globe seems particularly fitted for the resi- dence of a being placed here only for a short time , whose task ...
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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.