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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... wild bird screams . The halls which once were crowded with all that taste , and science , and labor could procure , which resounded with melody and were lighted up with beauty , are buried by their own ruins , mocked by their own ...
... wild bird screams . The halls which once were crowded with all that taste , and science , and labor could procure , which resounded with melody and were lighted up with beauty , are buried by their own ruins , mocked by their own ...
Pàgina 45
... wild - flower creeping along the narrow path , and planting its seeds in the upturned earth . All around us there breathes a solemn calm , as if we were in the bosom of a wilderness , broken only by the breeze , as it murmurs through ...
... wild - flower creeping along the narrow path , and planting its seeds in the upturned earth . All around us there breathes a solemn calm , as if we were in the bosom of a wilderness , broken only by the breeze , as it murmurs through ...
Pàgina 50
... dungeon dark ? - Or one whose bold , aspiring mind Did in the fair creation mark The Maker's hand , and kept his soul Free from this grovelling world's control ? Hush , wild surmise ! - ' tis vain -'tis 50 DISTRICT SCHOOL READER .
... dungeon dark ? - Or one whose bold , aspiring mind Did in the fair creation mark The Maker's hand , and kept his soul Free from this grovelling world's control ? Hush , wild surmise ! - ' tis vain -'tis 50 DISTRICT SCHOOL READER .
Pàgina 51
... wild surmise ! - ' tis vain -'tis vain ! The summer flowers in beauty blow , And sighs the wind , and floods the rain , O'er some old bones that rot below : No other record can we trace Of fame or fortune , rank or race . Then what is ...
... wild surmise ! - ' tis vain -'tis vain ! The summer flowers in beauty blow , And sighs the wind , and floods the rain , O'er some old bones that rot below : No other record can we trace Of fame or fortune , rank or race . Then what is ...
Pàgina 55
... wild - birds dwell . While , gemmed with pearl - drops bright , Green leaves and silken buds were dancing there , I moved my lips in murmurs of delight , " And blessed them , unaware . " How changed each sylvan scene ! Where is the ...
... wild - birds dwell . While , gemmed with pearl - drops bright , Green leaves and silken buds were dancing there , I moved my lips in murmurs of delight , " And blessed them , unaware . " How changed each sylvan scene ! Where is the ...
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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?