Sadlier's Excelsior Fifth Reader: Containing a Comprehensive Treatise on Elocution, Illustrated with Diagrams, Select Readings and Recitations, Full Notes, and a Complete Supplementary IndexWilliam H. Sadlier, 1877 - 336 pages |
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... Birds Eliza Cook . 105 22. If Thou couldst be a Bird . F. W. Faber . 106 RACTICAL LOCUTION . PART H ELOCUTION is the mode of X CONTENTS .
... Birds Eliza Cook . 105 22. If Thou couldst be a Bird . F. W. Faber . 106 RACTICAL LOCUTION . PART H ELOCUTION is the mode of X CONTENTS .
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... bird though none of the hōmeliest has nothing bright or showy in it . ༈ These rules , though important if properly applied , are by no means complete ; nor can any be invented which shall meet all the cases that arise in the compli ...
... bird though none of the hōmeliest has nothing bright or showy in it . ༈ These rules , though important if properly applied , are by no means complete ; nor can any be invented which shall meet all the cases that arise in the compli ...
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... birds , walking - sticks , fishing - rods , flower - seeds of curious sorts , and various other desirable things from time to time came forth from thence in a manner which ōnly made me desire to see how many others were left behind ...
... birds , walking - sticks , fishing - rods , flower - seeds of curious sorts , and various other desirable things from time to time came forth from thence in a manner which ōnly made me desire to see how many others were left behind ...
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... birds - for he had always two or three that used to hang by the side of his cottage on fine days , and sing with all their might - were his constant delight . He knew whêre a fish was to be caught , or râre bird to be seen ; and if you ...
... birds - for he had always two or three that used to hang by the side of his cottage on fine days , and sing with all their might - were his constant delight . He knew whêre a fish was to be caught , or râre bird to be seen ; and if you ...
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... birds , and many- colored dragons , lizards , bees , and butterflies , and painted cir- cles and squares , and ... bird , 1 Sō'bri'e ty , the habit of sober- ness or temperance , as to the use of spirituous liquors ; eälmnèss . 2 ...
... birds , and many- colored dragons , lizards , bees , and butterflies , and painted cir- cles and squares , and ... bird , 1 Sō'bri'e ty , the habit of sober- ness or temperance , as to the use of spirituous liquors ; eälmnèss . 2 ...
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Adelaide Anne Procter åfter âir arms band of horses banner bear beautiful bird Blessed blood born bōth breath bright brow called cälm câre Christian Church circumflex Compline cried Cusha DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI dark dear death deep died divine Doocot ducats earth eyes faith father flowers fōrth galloped gentle hälf hand hath head heard heart heaven holy honor horse hour hundred Idonea inflection Jack Barry king land låst läughed light look Lord måster Maximian mōre morning mother Mount Thabor never night noble o'er odontolite oral element Paul Revere pause poor praise prince rose round shōre Shylock smile soul sound spirit star-spangled banner steed stood SUBTONICS sweet thee thêre thing thou thought thousand throne tion town Uberto uppe věry Virgin voice words young
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Page 229 - Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee — Assyria, Greece, Rome, Carthage, what are they? Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since ; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Page 298 - It doth appear you are a worthy judge : You know the law ; your exposition Hath been most sound : I charge you by the law, Whereof you are a well-deserving pillar, Proceed to judgment. By my soul I swear, There is no power in the tongue of man To alter me.
Page 265 - Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Page 290 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Page 315 - Come in!" the Mayor cried, looking bigger: And in did come the strangest figure! His queer long coat from heel to head Was half of yellow and half of red, And he himself was tall and thin, With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin, And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin, No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin, But lips where smiles went out and in; There was no guessing his kith and kin: And nobody could enough admire The tall man and his quaint attire. Quoth one: "It's as my great-grandsire, Starting up...
Page 273 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo for evermore!
Page 273 - You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British regulars fired and fled, How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
Page 240 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 289 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Page 277 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.