Exercises in Rhetorical Reading: With a Series of Introductory Lessons, Particularly Designed to Familiarize Readers with the Pauses and Other Marks in General Use, and Lead Them to the Practice of Modulation and Inflection of the VoiceA.S. Barnes & Company, 1849 - 432 páginas |
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... hour ? 84. If you are so inattentive to your lessons , do you think that you shall make much improvement ? 85. Will you go , or stay ? Will you ride , or walk ? 86. Will you go to - day , or to - morrow ? 87. Did he resemble his father ...
... hour ? 84. If you are so inattentive to your lessons , do you think that you shall make much improvement ? 85. Will you go , or stay ? Will you ride , or walk ? 86. Will you go to - day , or to - morrow ? 87. Did he resemble his father ...
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... hours . You have paid no attention to your lessons . You cannot say a word of them . How foolish you have been ! What a waste of time and talents you have made ! LESSON IX . THE COMMA . The Comma is a mark like this 9 When you come to a ...
... hours . You have paid no attention to your lessons . You cannot say a word of them . How foolish you have been ! What a waste of time and talents you have made ! LESSON IX . THE COMMA . The Comma is a mark like this 9 When you come to a ...
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... hour ; once more , with awe , rejoice to be ; my conscious soul resumes her power , and soars , my guardian God , to thee . 180. That deeper shade shall break away ; that deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes ; thy light shall give eternal ...
... hour ; once more , with awe , rejoice to be ; my conscious soul resumes her power , and soars , my guardian God , to thee . 180. That deeper shade shall break away ; that deeper sleep shall leave mine eyes ; thy light shall give eternal ...
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... hour , to meditation due and sacred song ? 204. But who shall speak before the king when he is trou- bled ; and who shall boast of knowledge when he is distressed by doubt ? 205. Who would in such a gloomy state remain longer than ...
... hour , to meditation due and sacred song ? 204. But who shall speak before the king when he is trou- bled ; and who shall boast of knowledge when he is distressed by doubt ? 205. Who would in such a gloomy state remain longer than ...
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... hours beheld me fondly covet , tune I now the melancholy lyre : but ' tis to thee , O Sickness ! ' tis to thee I wake the silent strings . 233. * A boy at school is by no means at liberty to read what books he pleases : he must give ...
... hours beheld me fondly covet , tune I now the melancholy lyre : but ' tis to thee , O Sickness ! ' tis to thee I wake the silent strings . 233. * A boy at school is by no means at liberty to read what books he pleases : he must give ...
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Página 78 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look! in this place ran Cassius...
Página 78 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Página 319 - 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, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Página 232 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Página 117 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread fathomless alone.
Página 96 - Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires; Strike — for the green graves of your sires, God — and your native land!
Página 322 - And that he was seen of Cephas, then of the twelve: After that, he was seen of above five hundred brethren at once; of whom the greater part remain unto this present, but some are fallen asleep. After that he was seen of James; then of all the apostles. And last of all he was seen of me also, as of one born out of due time.
Página 370 - And he said unto him, Thy brother is come; and thy father hath killed the fatted calf, because he hath received him safe and sound.
Página 57 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Página 182 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are...