The School Reader. Fifth Book: Designed as a Sequel to Sanders' Fouth Reader. Part First, Containing Full Instructions in the Rhetorical Principles of Reading Or Speaking, Illustrated by Numerous Examples. Part Second, Consisting of Elegant Extracts in Prose and Poetry from Various Eloquent Writers, Accompanied with Notes, Explanatory of Such Historical Or Classical Allusions, as the Several Lessons Contain: for the Use of Academies and the Highest Classes in Common and Select SchoolsM.N. Newman & Company, 1848 - 456 من الصفحات |
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amid Anapest Athens beauty behold beneath blast blessings bosom breath bright bright wave CARLOS WILCOX Catiline Cicero Circumflex clouds dark dead death deep divine earth ELIZA COOK eloquence emotion emphasis empire eternal EXPLANATORY NOTES.-1 expressed falchion falling inflection father fear feel feet fire forest gaze gladiator glorious glory grandeur Greece hand happiness hath heart Heaven hight honor hope human immortal Indian Jungfrau land LESSON liberty light live look majesty mighty mind mortal Mount Tabor mountain nations nature never night o'er ODENWALD passed patriotism pause peace Phidias Philiscus proud rest rising inflection roar roll Rome round ruins scene sepulcher silent smile SOPHOCLES soul spirit splendor stars sublime sweet syllables tears tempest temple thee thine things thou thought thousand thunder tion tomb truth unto uttered virtue voice wandering warrior waves wild wing wisdom words Xerxes
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الصفحة 353 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd, — • It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd, — It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes...
الصفحة 357 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
الصفحة 131 - I profess, sir, in my career hitherto, to have kept steadily in view the prosperity and honor of the whole country, and the preservation of our federal Union. It is to that Union we owe our safety at home, and our consideration and dignity abroad. It is to that Union that we are chiefly indebted for whatever makes us most proud of our country.
الصفحة 341 - 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.
الصفحة 152 - To make the weight for the winds ; And he weigheth the waters by measure. When he made a decree for the rain, And a way for the lightning of the thunder : Then did he see it, and declare it ; He prepared it, yea, and searched it out.
الصفحة 191 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!
الصفحة 31 - And he rode upon a cherub, and did fly: yea, he did fly upon the wings of the wind. He made darkness his secret place ; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.
الصفحة 191 - 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!
الصفحة 305 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
الصفحة 163 - A million torches lighted by thy hand Wander unwearied through the blue abyss : They own thy power, accomplish thy command. All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss, What shall we call them ? Piles of crystal light, A glorious company of golden streams, Lamps of celestial ether burning bright, Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams ? But thou to these art as the noon to night.