Analytical Fifth-[sixth] Reader: Containing an Introductory Article on the General Principles of Elocution [etc.]G. & C.W. Sherwood, 1867 |
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... morning ! " 11. Allen was at that moment passing along to windward of the captain and mate . He stopped , and before Smith could reply , said in a tone of insolent familiarity , “ Yes , it blows hard , and will blow harder yet ! Well ...
... morning ! " 11. Allen was at that moment passing along to windward of the captain and mate . He stopped , and before Smith could reply , said in a tone of insolent familiarity , “ Yes , it blows hard , and will blow harder yet ! Well ...
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... morning calls . They too have homes , which are — no homes . XII . THE RETURN OF THE DEAD . EDNA DEAN PROCTOR . 1. Low hung the moon , the wind was still , As lone I climbed the midnight hill , And passed the ruined garden o'er , And ...
... morning calls . They too have homes , which are — no homes . XII . THE RETURN OF THE DEAD . EDNA DEAN PROCTOR . 1. Low hung the moon , the wind was still , As lone I climbed the midnight hill , And passed the ruined garden o'er , And ...
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... morning yield to noon , And noon's broad , fervid , earnest light , Be shaded in the solemn night ! Till like a story well - nigh told Will seem my life , when I am old ) , When I am old , this breezy earth Will lose for me its voice of ...
... morning yield to noon , And noon's broad , fervid , earnest light , Be shaded in the solemn night ! Till like a story well - nigh told Will seem my life , when I am old ) , When I am old , this breezy earth Will lose for me its voice of ...
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... morning . I look out from my window , and think how delightful it would be to take a seat in the sun , down under the fence , across the street . 2. It seems to me that if I could sit there awhile , and get warm , I could think better ...
... morning . I look out from my window , and think how delightful it would be to take a seat in the sun , down under the fence , across the street . 2. It seems to me that if I could sit there awhile , and get warm , I could think better ...
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... morning , When the great trump shall thrill thee with its warning ! 11. Why should this worthless tegument endure , If its undying guest be lost for ever ? O , let us keep the soul embalmed and pure In living virtue , that , when both ...
... morning , When the great trump shall thrill thee with its warning ! 11. Why should this worthless tegument endure , If its undying guest be lost for ever ? O , let us keep the soul embalmed and pure In living virtue , that , when both ...
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Page 209 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 217 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath. And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Page 60 - In all his armour drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume Upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, And a tear was in his eye ; He looked upon the traitors, And his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, As rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout,
Page 283 - I have ventured. Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders. This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me.
Page 52 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Page 236 - Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street, Wanders and watches with eager ears, Till in the silence around him he hears The muster of men at the barrack door, The sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, And the measured tread of the grenadiers, Marching down to their boats on the shore.
Page 236 - Good night!" and with muffled oar Silently rowed to the Charlestown shore, Just as the moon rose over the bay, Where swinging wide at her moorings lay The Somerset, British man-of-war; A phantom ship, with each mast and spar Across the moon like a prison bar, And a huge black hulk, that was magnified By its own reflection in the tide.
Page 59 - Oh ! how our hearts were beating, when at the dawn of day, We saw the army of the League drawn out in long array; With all its priest-led citizens, and all its rebel peers, And Appenzel's stout infantry, and Egmont's Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land!
Page 85 - The house-dog on his paws outspread Laid to the fire his drowsy head, The cat's dark silhouette on the wall A couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons...
Page 238 - It was one by the village clock When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. It was two by the village clock "When he came to the bridge in Concord town.