Town's Third Reader: Containing a Selection of Lessons, Exclusively from American AuthorsR.C. Root, 1845 - 252 pages |
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... morning cloud " — The throne , the king , the shouting crowd , And here I stand alone ; And like the ocean's solemn roar Upon some distant , desert shore , A low , perpetual moan ; I seem to hear the steady beat Of century - waves ...
... morning cloud " — The throne , the king , the shouting crowd , And here I stand alone ; And like the ocean's solemn roar Upon some distant , desert shore , A low , perpetual moan ; I seem to hear the steady beat Of century - waves ...
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... morning , but it has been noticed by these im- passioned and delicate observers , and wrought up into some beautiful morality ... The effect of this devotion of elegant minds to rural occupations , has been wonderful on the face of the ...
... morning , but it has been noticed by these im- passioned and delicate observers , and wrought up into some beautiful morality ... The effect of this devotion of elegant minds to rural occupations , has been wonderful on the face of the ...
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... morning toward the close of Spring , I found myself in a very beautiful part of the Great Valley of Virginia . Spurred on by impatience , I be- held the sun rising in splendor and changing the blue tints on the tops of the lofty ...
... morning toward the close of Spring , I found myself in a very beautiful part of the Great Valley of Virginia . Spurred on by impatience , I be- held the sun rising in splendor and changing the blue tints on the tops of the lofty ...
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... morning in June , and listen to the notes of the birds . They express , far more than our own , the characters of their owners . From the scream of the vulture and the eagle , to the low brood- ing of the dove , they are all modified by ...
... morning in June , and listen to the notes of the birds . They express , far more than our own , the characters of their owners . From the scream of the vulture and the eagle , to the low brood- ing of the dove , they are all modified by ...
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... Morning and Evening thus sit together , hand in hand , beneath the starless sky of midnight ! From the church - tower in the public square the bell tolls the hour , with a soft , musical chime ; and the watchman , whose , watch - tower ...
... Morning and Evening thus sit together , hand in hand , beneath the starless sky of midnight ! From the church - tower in the public square the bell tolls the hour , with a soft , musical chime ; and the watchman , whose , watch - tower ...
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Page 213 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony and shroud and pall And breathless darkness and the narrow house...
Page 242 - If we wish to be free ; if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending; if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon, until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained — we must fight ! I repeat it, sir, — we must fight ! An appeal to arms, and to the God of hosts, is all that is left us ! They tell us, sir, that we are weak, —...
Page 16 - 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!
Page 215 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.
Page 229 - The graces taught in the schools, the costly ornaments and studied contrivances of speech shock and disgust men when their own lives and the fate of their wives, their children and their country hang on the decision of the hour. Then words have lost their power, rhetoric is vain and all elaborate oratory contemptible.
Page 215 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 147 - Oh, the grave ! the grave ! It buries every error, covers every defect, extinguishes every resentment ! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave even of an enemy, and not feel a compunctious throb that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies mouldering before him...
Page 147 - But the grave of those we loved, what a place for meditation! There it is that we call up in long review the whole history of virtue and gentleness, and the thousand endearments lavished upon us, almost unheeded in the daily intercourse of intimacy; there it is that we dwell upon the tenderness, the solemn, awful tenderness of the parting scene; the bed of death, with all its stifled griefs, its noiseless attendance, its mute, watchful assiduities.
Page 146 - No, the love which survives the tomb is one of the noblest attributes of the soul. If it has its woes, it has likewise its delights; and when the overwhelming burst of grief is calmed into the gentle tear of recollection...
Page 235 - With noiseless foot he paces the lonely hall, half lighted by the moon; he winds up the ascent of the stairs, and reaches the door of the chamber.