Analytical Fifth Reader: Containing an Introductory Article on the General Principles of Elocution, with a Thorough Method of Analysis, Intended to Develop the Pupil's Appreciation of the Thought and Emotion, a Critical Phonic Analysis of English Words, and Large Number of New and Valuable Selections for Exercises in Reading and Elocution, Supplemented by Numerous Historical, Biographical, and Explanatory NotesTaintor & Company, 1867 - 360 páginas |
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... morning light ; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down , And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land . 2. Majestic monarch of the cloud , Who rear'st aloft thy regal form , To hear the tempest ...
... morning light ; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down , And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land . 2. Majestic monarch of the cloud , Who rear'st aloft thy regal form , To hear the tempest ...
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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 and ...
... 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 and ...
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arms beautiful beneath blessed blue born breath brow called character Chat Moss circumflex cloud cold consonant Cricket Cromwell dark dead death died earth English etymology and meaning eyes fall feel fire Fire-worshiper flowers force Give the etymology glory hand hath hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre HENRY WARD BEECHER hero's heart Hubert inflection J. G. HOLLAND kettle king land leaves LESSON light living look Lord Lord Byron Lord Macaulay meant mind morning mother mountain never night non-sonant o'er passed pauses poems poet poetry poor Pronounce replied Represent require rising Roman mythology Scrooge SELECTION sleep smile snow sonant soul sound speak Stanza sweet syllable T. B. ALDRICH tears tell thee thing thou thought tion tones tree utterance voice vowel Weller words writing young
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Página 253 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet ; That was all ; and yet, through the gloom and the light The fate of a nation was riding that night ; And the spark struck out by that steed in his flight Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Página 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...
Página 254 - 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.
Página 59 - ... rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold and stiff and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Página 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...
Página 254 - 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.
Página 67 - When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there ; She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white, With streakings of the morning light...
Página 191 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Página 108 - Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
Página 253 - Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.