North American First Class Reader: The Sixth Book of Tower's Series for Common SchoolsSanborn, Carter, Bazin & Company, 1853 - 426 Seiten |
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... passion , the above- named function of the voice , which may properly enough be termed the signature of expression , would be uncalled for But the case is widely different . The impassioned speaker , overpowered by his subject , and at ...
... passion , the above- named function of the voice , which may properly enough be termed the signature of expression , would be uncalled for But the case is widely different . The impassioned speaker , overpowered by his subject , and at ...
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... passion , as may be perceived in the following extracts : 123. " Now strike the golden lyre again ; A louder yet , and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder , And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder ' 66 124. " If ...
... passion , as may be perceived in the following extracts : 123. " Now strike the golden lyre again ; A louder yet , and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder , And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder ' 66 124. " If ...
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... passion after passion , till he reaches the inmost deep of all ; remember how short a time , and he was not at all ; how short a time again , and he will not be here ; open his window and look upon the night , how still its breath , how ...
... passion after passion , till he reaches the inmost deep of all ; remember how short a time , and he was not at all ; how short a time again , and he will not be here ; open his window and look upon the night , how still its breath , how ...
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... passion may start up in the hot conflict of life , and go forth with tumultuous desolation . But all be- neficent and creative power gathers itself together in silence , ere it issues out in might . Force itself indeed is naturally ...
... passion may start up in the hot conflict of life , and go forth with tumultuous desolation . But all be- neficent and creative power gathers itself together in silence , ere it issues out in might . Force itself indeed is naturally ...
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... passion into play . Eternal Hope ! when yonder spheres sublime Pealed their first notes to sound the march of time , Thy joyous youth began but not to fade . When all the sister planets have decayed , - When , wrapt in fire , the realms ...
... passion into play . Eternal Hope ! when yonder spheres sublime Pealed their first notes to sound the march of time , Thy joyous youth began but not to fade . When all the sister planets have decayed , - When , wrapt in fire , the realms ...
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North American First Class Reader: The Sixth Book of Tower's Series for ... David Bates Tower Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2019 |
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Seite 267 - 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.
Seite 268 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood. I only speak right on: I tell you that which you yourselves do know, Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me.
Seite 391 - IT must be so Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Seite 127 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of the unhonored dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate...
Seite 144 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to Virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt, for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Seite 142 - How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene! How often have I paused on every charm, The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topped the neighboring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made!
Seite 393 - If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms: Never, never, never...
Seite 400 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary; but when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house ! Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction?
Seite 233 - I an itching palm ? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru, The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cas. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice...
Seite 321 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! " She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,