Town's Third Reader: Containing a Selection of Lessons, Exclusively from American AuthorsR.C. Root, 1845 - 252 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 49
... sparkling star of even , Thou gem upon an azure heaven ! How swiftly will I soar to thee , When this imprisoned soul is free ! LESSON XI . EULOGY ON WASHINGTON . IN WASHINGTON seemed 4 THIRD READER . 49 To a Star Miss Davidson,
... sparkling star of even , Thou gem upon an azure heaven ! How swiftly will I soar to thee , When this imprisoned soul is free ! LESSON XI . EULOGY ON WASHINGTON . IN WASHINGTON seemed 4 THIRD READER . 49 To a Star Miss Davidson,
الصفحة 50
... seemed combined all the elements to constitute a man in the highest meaning of the term . His form was of the finest specimens of manly beauty , and his carriage full of grace and dignity . His con- stitution , both physical and mental ...
... seemed combined all the elements to constitute a man in the highest meaning of the term . His form was of the finest specimens of manly beauty , and his carriage full of grace and dignity . His con- stitution , both physical and mental ...
الصفحة 54
... seemed to smile in the freshness of beauty . A ride of about fifteen miles , and a pleasant woodland ramble of about two , brought myself and my companion to the great Natural Bridge . 54 TOWN'S Natural Bridge in Virginia Simple Sketches,
... seemed to smile in the freshness of beauty . A ride of about fifteen miles , and a pleasant woodland ramble of about two , brought myself and my companion to the great Natural Bridge . 54 TOWN'S Natural Bridge in Virginia Simple Sketches,
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... and echoed through one room after another till it died away in distance , it seemed like the moanings of spirits . We continued our wandering steps till we arrived once more at daylight , having been nearly three 62 TOWN'S.
... and echoed through one room after another till it died away in distance , it seemed like the moanings of spirits . We continued our wandering steps till we arrived once more at daylight , having been nearly three 62 TOWN'S.
الصفحة 68
... seemed to me more solemn than the near thunder . Far more beautiful , and perhaps quite as salutary as a religious influence , is the sound of a distant Sab- bath bell in the country . It comes floating over the hills like the going ...
... seemed to me more solemn than the near thunder . Far more beautiful , and perhaps quite as salutary as a religious influence , is the sound of a distant Sab- bath bell in the country . It comes floating over the hills like the going ...
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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, —...
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 215 - Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those who in their turn shall follow them.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.