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 19
... tree , To pour to heaven thy grateful minstrelsy , With happy heart elate . And when the crimson glows , Gayly , along the soft and mellow west , Thou teachest to thy young , within their nest , Thy song at evening's close . Ah ! it ...
... tree , To pour to heaven thy grateful minstrelsy , With happy heart elate . And when the crimson glows , Gayly , along the soft and mellow west , Thou teachest to thy young , within their nest , Thy song at evening's close . Ah ! it ...
Pàgina 31
... trees fall , the leaves fade , and the grass withers . The clouds are flying , and the waters are flowing , away from us . The firmest works of man , too , are gradually giving way . The ivy clings to the mouldering tower , the brier ...
... trees fall , the leaves fade , and the grass withers . The clouds are flying , and the waters are flowing , away from us . The firmest works of man , too , are gradually giving way . The ivy clings to the mouldering tower , the brier ...
Pàgina 45
... tree that sheds its pale leaves with every autumn , a fit emblem of our own transitory bloom ; and the evergreen with its perennial shoots , instructing us , that " the wintry blast of death kills not the buds of virtue . " Here is the ...
... tree that sheds its pale leaves with every autumn , a fit emblem of our own transitory bloom ; and the evergreen with its perennial shoots , instructing us , that " the wintry blast of death kills not the buds of virtue . " Here is the ...
Pàgina 49
... trees around , And mock thy voice , an empty sound ! A hundred summer suns have showered Their fostering warmth and radiance bright ; A hundred winter storms have lowered , With piercing floods , and hues of night , Since first this ...
... trees around , And mock thy voice , an empty sound ! A hundred summer suns have showered Their fostering warmth and radiance bright ; A hundred winter storms have lowered , With piercing floods , and hues of night , Since first this ...
Pàgina 55
... Where is the balmy breeze That fanned so late my brow ? the sweet south - west , That , whispering music to the listening trees , My raptured spirit blessed ? Where are the notes of Spring ? Yet the brown DISTRICT SCHOOL READER . 55.
... Where is the balmy breeze That fanned so late my brow ? the sweet south - west , That , whispering music to the listening trees , My raptured spirit blessed ? Where are the notes of Spring ? Yet the brown DISTRICT SCHOOL READER . 55.
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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 |
The District School Reader: Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking; Designed ... William Draper Swan Previsualització no disponible - 2016 |
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Pàgina 330 - And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? 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 honorable man.
Pàgina 331 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Pàgina 120 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse: Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Pàgina 158 - 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 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 396 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Pàgina 156 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in...
Pàgina 331 - 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.
Pàgina 121 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
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?