The Franklin Fifth Reader: For the Use of Public and Private Schools : with an Introductory Treatise on Elocution by Mark BaileyTaintor Brothers, Merrill, & Company, 1871 - 374 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة vi
... CHILD'S DREAM OF A STAR .. .Dickens 76 11. THE DINNER OF THE MONTHS 84 12. EYES AND NO EYES ; OR , THE ART OF SEEING ... CHILDREN IN THE CLOUDS 26. LOST IN THE SNOW 120 Wilson 128 38. ADVENTURE WITH A MOOSE .... 27. NIGHT AND DAY 30 ...
... CHILD'S DREAM OF A STAR .. .Dickens 76 11. THE DINNER OF THE MONTHS 84 12. EYES AND NO EYES ; OR , THE ART OF SEEING ... CHILDREN IN THE CLOUDS 26. LOST IN THE SNOW 120 Wilson 128 38. ADVENTURE WITH A MOOSE .... 27. NIGHT AND DAY 30 ...
الصفحة 1
... child brings to school , and in the end completely divorce his elocution from the spirit and sense to which it should be inseparably wedded , and which alone can inspire natural expression . The child feels and thinks before he talks ...
... child brings to school , and in the end completely divorce his elocution from the spirit and sense to which it should be inseparably wedded , and which alone can inspire natural expression . The child feels and thinks before he talks ...
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... child . He knows the thing , the idea , " man , " or " sun " ; he has spoken the word a thousand times , and he is pleased to learn that the myste- rious art of reading is only conscious talking , that he is but analyzing , and sounding ...
... child . He knows the thing , the idea , " man , " or " sun " ; he has spoken the word a thousand times , and he is pleased to learn that the myste- rious art of reading is only conscious talking , that he is but analyzing , and sounding ...
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... children should a mother be : Shall ours be HELPLESS , that has sons like US ? God SAVE OUR NATIVE land , whoever pays The ransom that redeems her ! Now what wait we ? For Alfred's word to move upon the foe ? UPON him then ! Now think ...
... children should a mother be : Shall ours be HELPLESS , that has sons like US ? God SAVE OUR NATIVE land , whoever pays The ransom that redeems her ! Now what wait we ? For Alfred's word to move upon the foe ? UPON him then ! Now think ...
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... children ; was it hard labor and spare meals ; was it disease , was it the tomahawk , was it the deep mal- ady of a blighted hòpe , a ruined enterprise , and a broken heart , aching in its last moments at the recollection of the loved ...
... children ; was it hard labor and spare meals ; was it disease , was it the tomahawk , was it the deep mal- ady of a blighted hòpe , a ruined enterprise , and a broken heart , aching in its last moments at the recollection of the loved ...
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abrupt stress accents Adelaide Anne Procter apple-tree Babby John beautiful beneath birds bless born Bregenz Broom Heath cæsura called Carlo centre of eternity child circumflex clouds Cousin Deborah cried dark dear death deep earth emphatic eyes face falling father fear feet fire flag flag of England flowers foot force forever friends give grave hand happy HARRIET BEECHER STOWE Hawk head heard heart heaven honor hour ideas JOHN KEBLE Lady land light living look Lord Lytton loud Lyman Beecher MAUD MULLER Mild morning mother nest never night noble o'er passed pause pitch rising rose round shore slides smile snow soon sound spirit star stood syllables tears thee thing thou thought tion trees trochaic voice Vyvyan waves wild WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind words young
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الصفحة 62 - For as the heaven is high above the earth, So great is his mercy toward them that fear him.
الصفحة 34 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
الصفحة 44 - Yet if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
الصفحة 46 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives; His mate feels the eggs beneath her wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flutters and sings; He sings to the wide world, and she to her nest, — In the nice ear of Nature which song is the best...
الصفحة 29 - By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
الصفحة 37 - Julius bleed for justice sake • What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers — shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes? And sell the mighty space of our large honors For so much trash, as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
الصفحة 33 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
الصفحة 44 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
الصفحة 281 - WHEN Freedom, from her mountain height, Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there ! She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then, from his mansion in the sun.
الصفحة 44 - We wish, finally, that the last object on the sight of him who leaves his native shore, and the first to gladden his who revisits it, may be something which shall remind him of the liberty and the glory of his country. Let it rise till it meet the sun in his coming; let the earliest light of the morning gild it, and parting day linger and play on its summit.