The Ladies' Reader: Designed for the Use of Ladies' Schools and Family Reading Circles; Comprising Choice Selections from Standard Authors, in Prose and Poetry; with the Essential Rules of Elocution, Simplified and Arranged for Strictly Practical UseE. H. Butler & Company, 1860 - 425 páginas |
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... live a coward in thine own esteem " , Letting I dare not ' wait upon I would ' , Like the poor cat i ' the adage` ? When two or more questions in succession , the first beginning with a verb , are separated by the disjunctive particle ...
... live a coward in thine own esteem " , Letting I dare not ' wait upon I would ' , Like the poor cat i ' the adage` ? When two or more questions in succession , the first beginning with a verb , are separated by the disjunctive particle ...
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... lives were " sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought ; " and concealment of intellectual power was often resorted to , to escape the dangerous imputation of masculine strength . In the higher walks of life , the satirist was not ...
... lives were " sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought ; " and concealment of intellectual power was often resorted to , to escape the dangerous imputation of masculine strength . In the higher walks of life , the satirist was not ...
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... lives - in this are our safety and our hope - the spirit of our fathers and while this dwells deeply in our remembrance , and its flame is cherished , ever burning , ever pure , on the altar of our hearts ; while it incites us to think ...
... lives - in this are our safety and our hope - the spirit of our fathers and while this dwells deeply in our remembrance , and its flame is cherished , ever burning , ever pure , on the altar of our hearts ; while it incites us to think ...
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... live in you , or under you . O wheels ! Still , all day , the iron wheels go onward , As if fate in each were stark ! And the childrens ' souls , which God is calling sunward , Spin on blindly in the dark . Now tell the weary children ...
... live in you , or under you . O wheels ! Still , all day , the iron wheels go onward , As if fate in each were stark ! And the childrens ' souls , which God is calling sunward , Spin on blindly in the dark . Now tell the weary children ...
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... live or die ? It seemed as if a very few hours were between the innocent creature and heaven . All the symptoms were those of approaching death . The parents knew well the change that comes over the human face , whether it be in infancy ...
... live or die ? It seemed as if a very few hours were between the innocent creature and heaven . All the symptoms were those of approaching death . The parents knew well the change that comes over the human face , whether it be in infancy ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Aurelian beauty bells beneath birds bless blue bosom breath bright brow Bucentaur Budden Captain cataract child clouds cried Dacotahs dark dear death deep door earth eleventeen eyes face father feel flowers forest gaze gentle grave green hand happy haruspices hath head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha hills hour inflection Jane Kennedy lady land Lars Porsena laugh Laughing Water leaves light lips live look Minnehaha Minns morning mother mountains nature never Nevermore night Nokomis Nutmeg Grater o'er passed Petruchio Puddleford Queen Quoth the raven Richard Doubledick river rock round SAMUEL G Scrooge seemed shore silent smile snow song soul sound spirit Stamford Hill stars stood sweet tears Tell temple thee thing thou thought Tiny Tim trees voice wave weary weep wife wigwam wild wind wonder word young
Pasajes populares
Página 60 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Página 264 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Página 346 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Página 111 - Haste thee nymph and bring with thee Jest and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles. Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled care derides. And laughter holding both his sides.
Página 57 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free.
Página 408 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives ; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
Página 149 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Página 61 - What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future ! how it tells Of the rapture that impels To the swinging and the ringing Of the bells, bells, bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells— To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
Página 304 - Then from those cavernous eyes Pale flashes seemed to rise, As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber. "I was a Viking old! My deeds, though manifold, No Skald in song has told, No Saga taught thee! Take heed that in thy verse Thou dost the tale rehearse, Else dread a dead man's curse; For this I sought thee.
Página 127 - As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman ; Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows ; Useless each without the other...