The Standard Fifth Reader: With a New Treatise on Elocution and an Explanatory Index, Containing Biographical Notices of Authors, &c, Parte2J.L Shorey, 1870 - 528 páginas |
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... thing . ” Rules for the pause are more likely to embarrass than to help ; but the following few hints may prove of some use : — Pause after the nominative , when it consists of more than one word . 1. The experience of want · 2. To ...
... thing . ” Rules for the pause are more likely to embarrass than to help ; but the following few hints may prove of some use : — Pause after the nominative , when it consists of more than one word . 1. The experience of want · 2. To ...
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... things present ' , nor things to come nor height ' , nor depth , nor any other` creature shall be able to separate us from the love of God . 2. They , through faith , subdued kingdoms - wrought right- eousness ' obtained promises ...
... things present ' , nor things to come nor height ' , nor depth , nor any other` creature shall be able to separate us from the love of God . 2. They , through faith , subdued kingdoms - wrought right- eousness ' obtained promises ...
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... thing` ? ― There can be no such thing as a peaceable secession . Peace- able secession is an utter impossibility` . Is the great constitu- tion under which we live , covering this whole country 32 SARGENT'S NEW FIFTH READER . The Lay of ...
... thing` ? ― There can be no such thing as a peaceable secession . Peace- able secession is an utter impossibility` . Is the great constitu- tion under which we live , covering this whole country 32 SARGENT'S NEW FIFTH READER . The Lay of ...
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... thing tells me that the assertion of my title is the loss of my suit , and that I could do nothing but wound myself by the use of my own weapons ? 5. He that trusts you , .. Where he should find you lions , finds you Where foxes ...
... thing tells me that the assertion of my title is the loss of my suit , and that I could do nothing but wound myself by the use of my own weapons ? 5. He that trusts you , .. Where he should find you lions , finds you Where foxes ...
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... thing to say , · but let it go ; The sun is in the heaven , and the proud day , Attended with the pleasures of the world , Is all too wanton and too full of gauds To give me audience . If the midnight bell Did , with his iron tongue and ...
... thing to say , · but let it go ; The sun is in the heaven , and the proud day , Attended with the pleasures of the world , Is all too wanton and too full of gauds To give me audience . If the midnight bell Did , with his iron tongue and ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Aaron Burr American ancient Rome arms art thou Ashton Auvergne beautiful Bingen blood blow brave breath called Cassio CATAPHRACTS character Cicero clouds death Delivery Demosthenes dost earth expression eyes father fear feel force genius gentle give glory hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven honor human Iago Index inflection justice king labor land liberty light Lioni live Lochinvar look lord loud Michael Cassio middle pitch mind mountains nation nature never night noble o'er Orotund Quality passions pauses peace PLAGUE OF EGYPT poem poet praise Pronounce pure Ravenswood rise scene sentence Shakespeare Shylock silent Sir Lucius slave slavery song soul sound speak speech spirit stanza style sword tears tell thee thine things thou thought tion tone true truth utterance voice vowel words young Zounds
Pasajes populares
Página 64 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar.
Página 67 - 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 362 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Página 131 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Página 247 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest, it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings: But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice...
Página 401 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Página 46 - Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy: For the apparel oft proclaims the man...
Página 276 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Página 357 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way: Yet simple Nature to his hope has given.
Página 247 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That in the course of justice none of us Should see salvation : we do pray for mercy, And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.