The Intermediate Reader: For the Use of Schools : with an Introductory Treatise on Reading and the Training of the Vocal OrgansBrewer and Tileston, 1843 - 246 páginas |
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... WIND , 62. AN INDIAN NARRATIVE , 63. AN INDIAN NARRATIVE , CONCLUDED , 64. WHAT I LIVE FOR , 65. SPEECH OF PATRICK HENRY , 66. TO A CITY PIGEON ,. 67. THE HARROW , 68. CHRISTMAS TIMES , PAGE . Macaulay . 156 Hawthorne . 157 66 162 ...
... WIND , 62. AN INDIAN NARRATIVE , 63. AN INDIAN NARRATIVE , CONCLUDED , 64. WHAT I LIVE FOR , 65. SPEECH OF PATRICK HENRY , 66. TO A CITY PIGEON ,. 67. THE HARROW , 68. CHRISTMAS TIMES , PAGE . Macaulay . 156 Hawthorne . 157 66 162 ...
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... Wind ' , and Bird ' say , No. 4. Do you see yonder cloud , that's almost in the shape of a camel ' ? FALLING INFLECTION . The falling inflection usually commences at a point above the key , and slides down toward it , and to it when the ...
... Wind ' , and Bird ' say , No. 4. Do you see yonder cloud , that's almost in the shape of a camel ' ? FALLING INFLECTION . The falling inflection usually commences at a point above the key , and slides down toward it , and to it when the ...
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... winds ' , in concert join . 2. My friends ' , I come not here to talk . How is this , my father ! do you not believe ' me ' ? Well , sir ' , the victim was ' I yet fear to expose your friend . On ' ! ye brave ' , who rush to glory or ...
... winds ' , in concert join . 2. My friends ' , I come not here to talk . How is this , my father ! do you not believe ' me ' ? Well , sir ' , the victim was ' I yet fear to expose your friend . On ' ! ye brave ' , who rush to glory or ...
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... ripe wheat . His hair is thin , and begins to fall , and the auburn is mixed with mournful gray . 6. He shakes the brown nuts from the tree . He winds the horn , and calls the hunters to their 34 THE INTERMEDIATE READER .
... ripe wheat . His hair is thin , and begins to fall , and the auburn is mixed with mournful gray . 6. He shakes the brown nuts from the tree . He winds the horn , and calls the hunters to their 34 THE INTERMEDIATE READER .
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... winds the horn , and calls the hunters to their sport . The gun sounds : the trembling partridge and the beautiful pheasant ' flutter , bleeding , in the air , and fall dead at the sportsman's feet . Youths and maidens , tell me , if ye ...
... winds the horn , and calls the hunters to their sport . The gun sounds : the trembling partridge and the beautiful pheasant ' flutter , bleeding , in the air , and fall dead at the sportsman's feet . Youths and maidens , tell me , if ye ...
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Términos y frases comunes
accent Altorf arms articulation beautiful bird boat Bono breath bright brook Bunkers called Canute child circumflex clothes CONSONANT SOUNDS cried Damrell Dolphin earth elementary sounds emphatic words eyes falling inflection father flowers Frank Fred Harper Gelert Gesler girl give grew hand HANS ANDERSEN heard heart heaven house wren Indian Lake land Lapstone letters live look Malo morning mother mountain nests never NEWFOUNDLAND DOGS night o'er obey obscure long Offa Orkney passed person PIBROCH praise pretty pronounced pronunciation rising inflection Rose Tree sail sentence short and obtuse sleep slight or obscure Snail soft soon stones stood syllables TABLE OF CONSONANT table of vowel Talleyrand tell tence thee thing thou Tony Uberto utterance voice vowel sounds wagon wharf White Ship wind window young Zephyr
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Página 154 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance : for my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Página 212 - Gentlemen may cry peace! peace! but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Página 154 - I appeal to any white man to say if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, Logan is the friend of white men.
Página 211 - There is a just God, who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave.
Página 82 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Página 216 - He was chubby and plump ; a right jolly old elf; And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings ; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle , But I heard him exclaim,...
Página 211 - The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace! peace!
Página 30 - And when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon his head, and a reed in his right hand ; and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him, saying, Hail, king of the Jews ! And they spit upon him, and took the reed, and smote him on the head.
Página 211 - But there is no peace! The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me — give me liberty, or give me death!
Página 83 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise ! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. 7 Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.