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... head are intended to suggest topics for discussion in the recitation , and the pupil is not required to study these , although he may read them with some profit . II . Spelling and pronunciation . In the Appendix to this volume will be ...
... head are intended to suggest topics for discussion in the recitation , and the pupil is not required to study these , although he may read them with some profit . II . Spelling and pronunciation . In the Appendix to this volume will be ...
الصفحة 24
... head of a party of insurgents in Dublin , who killed the Chief Jus- tice , Lord Kilwarden , before they were dispersed by the military . Emmet was subsequently taken prisoner , having lost his opportunity to escape from the country by ...
... head of a party of insurgents in Dublin , who killed the Chief Jus- tice , Lord Kilwarden , before they were dispersed by the military . Emmet was subsequently taken prisoner , having lost his opportunity to escape from the country by ...
الصفحة 30
... heads of his foes from their bodies , and the still living heads were hanging on either side of him like ghastly trophies at his saddle bow , still apparently as firmly fastened as ever , and he was endeavoring with feeble struggles ...
... heads of his foes from their bodies , and the still living heads were hanging on either side of him like ghastly trophies at his saddle bow , still apparently as firmly fastened as ever , and he was endeavoring with feeble struggles ...
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... heads ; the same ocean rolls at your feet ; but all else , how changed ! You hear now no roll of hostile cannon ; you see no mixed volumes of smoke and flame rising from burning Charlestown . The ground strewed with the dead and dying ...
... heads ; the same ocean rolls at your feet ; but all else , how changed ! You hear now no roll of hostile cannon ; you see no mixed volumes of smoke and flame rising from burning Charlestown . The ground strewed with the dead and dying ...
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... -him ! the first great martyr in this great cause ! him ! the premature victim of his own self - de- voted heart ! him , the head of our civil councils , and the destined leader of our military bands ; whom nothing brought FIFTH READER .
... -him ! the first great martyr in this great cause ! him ! the premature victim of his own self - de- voted heart ! him , the head of our civil councils , and the destined leader of our military bands ; whom nothing brought FIFTH READER .
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accent battle beautiful bird bosom breath brother Brutus Cæsar called Caudle child cloud cuirassiers dark dead death dream earth English expression eyes father feeling feet fell FIFTH READER foot friends give Gout grave green ground hand hath Haunted Palace head hear heard heart heaven hill honor hour ideas Julius Cæsar king light live looked Lord Mark Antony meaning Mock Turtle Mont-Saint-Jean morning Mound Builders mounds mountain nature never night nightingale noble Norman Note o'er Oliver Goldsmith piece poem poet PREPARATION.-I Psalm rest rocks Sir John Moore sleep smile song soul sound speak speech spelling spirit Squeers stanza stood style sweet syllables tell thee things thirteen colonies thou thought trees Twenty-third Psalm Uncle Toby valley verse voice Walden Pond wild William Shakespeare wind words
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الصفحة 180 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
الصفحة 183 - This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms, Quite vanquished him : then burst his mighty heart ; And, in his mantle muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statue, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell.
الصفحة 419 - And, if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free. To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
الصفحة 412 - Peace, peace! — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
الصفحة 249 - 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!
الصفحة 430 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
الصفحة 232 - LOCHINVAR. LADY HERON'S SONG. 12. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
الصفحة 428 - Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore. Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
الصفحة 68 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! A SPIRIT PASS'D BEFORE ME.
الصفحة 86 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in, glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.