The Common School Speaker: A New Collection of Original and Selected Pieces, for Reading and RecitationS. Babcock, 1844 - 288 páginas |
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... Sword , - 81 50. Lines to a Hen , 82 51. The Reaper and the Flowers , Prof. Longfellow , 84 52. The Ascent of the Spirit , M. Howitt , 85 53. The Sick Child's Dream , 86 89 54. The Rubicon , 56. Washington , 57. Washington's Tomb , 58 ...
... Sword , - 81 50. Lines to a Hen , 82 51. The Reaper and the Flowers , Prof. Longfellow , 84 52. The Ascent of the Spirit , M. Howitt , 85 53. The Sick Child's Dream , 86 89 54. The Rubicon , 56. Washington , 57. Washington's Tomb , 58 ...
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... sword in my hand , And hear the cannon rattle , And the music all so grand . MOTHER . My son ! my son ! what if that sword Should strike a noble heart , And bid some loving father From his little ones depart ? What comfort would your ...
... sword in my hand , And hear the cannon rattle , And the music all so grand . MOTHER . My son ! my son ! what if that sword Should strike a noble heart , And bid some loving father From his little ones depart ? What comfort would your ...
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... sword . The great hearts of your olden time Are beating with you , full and strong ; All holy memories and sublime , And glorious , round you throng . The truths ye urge are borne abroad By every wind and every tide ; The voice of ...
... sword . The great hearts of your olden time Are beating with you , full and strong ; All holy memories and sublime , And glorious , round you throng . The truths ye urge are borne abroad By every wind and every tide ; The voice of ...
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... SWORD . It has been remarked , that the bed of glory is a very cold one . It seems so to surviving friends , at least , and such pieces as the follow- ing must have a tendency to prevent the sacrifices which are annually made to the god ...
... SWORD . It has been remarked , that the bed of glory is a very cold one . It seems so to surviving friends , at least , and such pieces as the follow- ing must have a tendency to prevent the sacrifices which are annually made to the god ...
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... sword in hand , And with softened brow leaned o'er him . " A soldier's death thou hast boldly died , A soldier's grave won by it ; Before I would take that sword from thy hand , My own life's blood should dye it . " Thou shalt not be ...
... sword in hand , And with softened brow leaned o'er him . " A soldier's death thou hast boldly died , A soldier's grave won by it ; Before I would take that sword from thy hand , My own life's blood should dye it . " Thou shalt not be ...
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Términos y frases comunes
battle beautiful beneath bird blessings blood brave breast breath brow Bucolies BUNKER HILL MONUMENT Cæsar called child CIRCASSIAN cried dark dead dear death Decemviri deep Dismal Swamp dream earth England Excelsior Fable father fear flowers following piece glory grave hand hast hath hear heart Heaven hills hope Julius Cæsar Katydid king lady land LESSON light lips live look Lord loud Mac Gregor mamma MARY HOWITT mighty moral mother mountain N. P. WILLIS ne'er neath never night o'er passing peace poem poet Pontifex Maximus poor pride shore sigh sing sleep smile soul spirit stanza star steed stood sweet sword tears tell tempest thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thunder tree Twas Vanity Fair Vive l'amour voice Walter Scott Washington wave wild word written young pupil youth
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Página 69 - 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 253 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies now, upon them with the lance! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rush'd, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Página 142 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...
Página 75 - The school-boy whips his taxed top ; the beardless youth manages his taxed horse with a taxed bridle, on a taxed road ; and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine, which has paid...
Página 183 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Página 162 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?
Página 70 - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
Página 254 - ... rend your hair for those who never shall return. • Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ; Ho ! burghers of St.
Página 230 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Página 171 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. And fast before her father's men, Three days we've fled together; For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?