Sadlier's Excelsior Fifth Reader: Containing a Comprehensive Treatise on Elocution, Illustrated with Diagrams, Select Readings and Recitations, Full Notes, and a Complete Supplementary IndexWilliam H. Sadlier, 1877 - 336 σελίδες |
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... thee , For what I am , too well I know , And what I was , and what should be ! 2. Pity the sorrows of a poor old man , Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door , Whose days are dwindled to the shortèst span ; O give relief ...
... thee , For what I am , too well I know , And what I was , and what should be ! 2. Pity the sorrows of a poor old man , Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door , Whose days are dwindled to the shortèst span ; O give relief ...
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... Thee , that Thou hast made me as the clay , and Thou wilt bring me into dust again . Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh ; Thou hast put me together with bones and sinews . 1 3. The cloud - capp'd towers , the gorgeous palaces , 4 ...
... Thee , that Thou hast made me as the clay , and Thou wilt bring me into dust again . Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh ; Thou hast put me together with bones and sinews . 1 3. The cloud - capp'd towers , the gorgeous palaces , 4 ...
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... thee ; Yet would I fain be wandering - far away , Whêre such things never were , nor e'er shall be . He . Speak , mine own daughter with the sun - bright locks ! To what pale , banished region wouldst thou rōam ? She . O father , let us ...
... thee ; Yet would I fain be wandering - far away , Whêre such things never were , nor e'er shall be . He . Speak , mine own daughter with the sun - bright locks ! To what pale , banished region wouldst thou rōam ? She . O father , let us ...
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... thee upon glory's page , ༈ ༈ Thou more than soldier and just less than sage ! All thou hast been reflects less praise on thee , Far less ༈ than all thou hast fôrborne to be . { FORCE FALLING R ELECTS ) HADINGS . KEY TO EXERCISES IN ...
... thee upon glory's page , ༈ ༈ Thou more than soldier and just less than sage ! All thou hast been reflects less praise on thee , Far less ༈ than all thou hast fôrborne to be . { FORCE FALLING R ELECTS ) HADINGS . KEY TO EXERCISES IN ...
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... thee ; 3 ' Tis not for any one , I trōw : 4 The gentle wind blowèth , The happy cow lowèth , The měrry stream flōweth For all below . O the Spring , the bountiful Spring ! She shinèth and smilèth on every thing . 2. Whence come the ...
... thee ; 3 ' Tis not for any one , I trōw : 4 The gentle wind blowèth , The happy cow lowèth , The měrry stream flōweth For all below . O the Spring , the bountiful Spring ! She shinèth and smilèth on every thing . 2. Whence come the ...
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Σελίδα 229 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? 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
Σελίδα 298 - It doth appear you are a worthy judge : You know the law ; your exposition Hath been most sound : I charge you by the law, Whereof you are a well-deserving pillar, Proceed to judgment. By my soul I swear, There is no power in the tongue of man To alter me.
Σελίδα 265 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Σελίδα 290 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Σελίδα 315 - Come in!" the Mayor cried, looking bigger: And in did come the strangest figure! His queer long coat from heel to head Was half of yellow and half of red, And he himself was tall and thin, With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin, And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin, No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin, But lips where smiles went out and in; There was no guessing his kith and kin: And nobody could enough admire The tall man and his quaint attire. Quoth one: "It's as my great-grandsire, Starting up...
Σελίδα 273 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore!
Σελίδα 273 - You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British regulars fired and fled, How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Σελίδα 240 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Σελίδα 289 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Σελίδα 277 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.