The Reader and Speaker: Containing Lessons for Rhetorical Reading and DeclamationFrench & Adlard, 1836 - 215 pages |
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... sleep out in the open air . The grass felt very damp and raw , Much colder than his master's straw , Yet on it he was forced to stretch , A poor , cold , melancholy wretch . The night was dark , the country hilly , Poor Dobbin felt ...
... sleep out in the open air . The grass felt very damp and raw , Much colder than his master's straw , Yet on it he was forced to stretch , A poor , cold , melancholy wretch . The night was dark , the country hilly , Poor Dobbin felt ...
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... sleeping on her breast . And colder still the winds did blow , And darker hours of night came on , And deeper grew the drifts of snow- Her limbs were chilled , her strength was gone-- " O God , " she cried , in accents wild , " If I ...
... sleeping on her breast . And colder still the winds did blow , And darker hours of night came on , And deeper grew the drifts of snow- Her limbs were chilled , her strength was gone-- " O God , " she cried , in accents wild , " If I ...
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... sleep ? How beautiful the moon to see Walk proudly through the night— Unshadowed by a single tree , To mar her queenly light . How brilliant is the track we mark , As leaps our vessel on- A rival light , that cheers the dark , When ...
... sleep ? How beautiful the moon to see Walk proudly through the night— Unshadowed by a single tree , To mar her queenly light . How brilliant is the track we mark , As leaps our vessel on- A rival light , that cheers the dark , When ...
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... sleep upon your bed ! " Said the cunning spider to the fly , " Dear friend , what shall I do , ? To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you I have , within my pantry , good store of all that's nice ; I'm sure you're very ...
... sleep upon your bed ! " Said the cunning spider to the fly , " Dear friend , what shall I do , ? To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you I have , within my pantry , good store of all that's nice ; I'm sure you're very ...
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... sleep for a few moments ; but by and by she felt better , and , getting up , she took her empty basket and walked on , as fast as she was able , to- wards school . 14. It was nearly half done when she arrived there , and as she entered ...
... sleep for a few moments ; but by and by she felt better , and , getting up , she took her empty basket and walked on , as fast as she was able , to- wards school . 14. It was nearly half done when she arrived there , and as she entered ...
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Page 166 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron,...
Page 114 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Page 91 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Page 165 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 76 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Page 77 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Page 14 - There with its waving blade of green, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush, like a banner bathed in slaughter : There with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea...
Page 152 - And, Sir, where American liberty raised its first voice and where its youth was nurtured and sustained, there it still lives in the strength of its manhood and full of its original spirit.
Page 171 - They fought— like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain: They conquered— but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose. Like flowers at set of sun.
Page 116 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket. The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well. That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.