The Reader and Speaker: Containing Lessons for Rhetorical Reading and DeclamationFrench & Adlard, 1836 - 215 pages |
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... trees , and their boughs he dress'd In diamond beads - and over the breast Of the quivering lake , he spread A coat of mail , that need not fear The downward point of many a spear That he hung on its margin , far and near , Where a rock ...
... trees , and their boughs he dress'd In diamond beads - and over the breast Of the quivering lake , he spread A coat of mail , that need not fear The downward point of many a spear That he hung on its margin , far and near , Where a rock ...
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... trees ; There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees ; There were cities with temples and towers ; and these All pictured in silver sheen . 4. But he did one thing , that was hardly fair ; He peep'd in the cupboard , and finding there ...
... trees ; There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees ; There were cities with temples and towers ; and these All pictured in silver sheen . 4. But he did one thing , that was hardly fair ; He peep'd in the cupboard , and finding there ...
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... trees , there sir . Mr. L. What is his name ? B. Thomas Hurdle , sir . Mr. L. And what is yours ? B. Peter , sir . Mr. L. How old are you ? B. I shall be eight at Michaelmas . Mr. L. How long have you been out in this 20 READER AND ...
... trees , there sir . Mr. L. What is his name ? B. Thomas Hurdle , sir . Mr. L. And what is yours ? B. Peter , sir . Mr. L. How old are you ? B. I shall be eight at Michaelmas . Mr. L. How long have you been out in this 20 READER AND ...
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... tree , As , if you look up , you plainly may see ; But how he will come , and whither he goes , There's never a scholar in England knows . He will suddenly stop in a cunning nook , And ring a sharp larum ; but if you should look ...
... tree , As , if you look up , you plainly may see ; But how he will come , and whither he goes , There's never a scholar in England knows . He will suddenly stop in a cunning nook , And ring a sharp larum ; but if you should look ...
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... trees are many years a growing to their height , but are cut down in an hour ? It is foolish to think of the fruit only , without considering the height you have to climb , to come at it . Take care , lest , while you strive to reach ...
... trees are many years a growing to their height , but are cut down in an hour ? It is foolish to think of the fruit only , without considering the height you have to climb , to come at it . Take care , lest , while you strive to reach ...
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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.