The American First Class Book: Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation : Selected Principally from Modern Authors of Great Britain and America, and Designed for the Use of the Highest Class, in Public and Private SchoolsCarter, Hendee & Company, 1835 - 480 من الصفحات |
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... sweet restorer , balmy sleep ! He , like the world , his ready visits pays Where fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinions , flies from grief , And lights on lids unsullied with a tear . The benefit of ...
... sweet restorer , balmy sleep ! He , like the world , his ready visits pays Where fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinions , flies from grief , And lights on lids unsullied with a tear . The benefit of ...
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... sweet Their force ; let Fortune's wayward hand , the while , Be kind or cruel ? Local attachment . Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms ; And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And , as a child , whom scaring sounds ...
... sweet Their force ; let Fortune's wayward hand , the while , Be kind or cruel ? Local attachment . Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms ; And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms ; And , as a child , whom scaring sounds ...
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... sweet groves the hoary garment wear ; Yet the warm sun - beams , bounding from the hills , Shall melt the veil away , and the young green appear . But when old age has on your temples shed Her silver frost , there's no returning sun ...
... sweet groves the hoary garment wear ; Yet the warm sun - beams , bounding from the hills , Shall melt the veil away , and the young green appear . But when old age has on your temples shed Her silver frost , there's no returning sun ...
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... sweet fail of Music far away ; And oft he lingers from his home awhile To watch the dying notes ! —and start , and smile ! Evening sounds . - GOLDSMITH . Sweet was the sound , when oft , at evening's close . Up yonder hill the village ...
... sweet fail of Music far away ; And oft he lingers from his home awhile To watch the dying notes ! —and start , and smile ! Evening sounds . - GOLDSMITH . Sweet was the sound , when oft , at evening's close . Up yonder hill the village ...
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... sweet unto us , and every man shall follow us , as there are innumerable before us . " All power will have forsaken the strongest , and the loftiest will be laid low , and every eye will be closed , and every voice hushed , and every ...
... sweet unto us , and every man shall follow us , as there are innumerable before us . " All power will have forsaken the strongest , and the loftiest will be laid low , and every eye will be closed , and every voice hushed , and every ...
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الصفحة 455 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
الصفحة 356 - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, 150 To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For so, to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise, Ay me...
الصفحة 453 - Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all freemen?
الصفحة 469 - It must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful, thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes...
الصفحة 286 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, — The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake. They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
الصفحة 202 - But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all ; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many.
الصفحة 376 - And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger! I will arise and go to my father...
الصفحة 355 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
الصفحة 257 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings, yet the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep: the dead reign there alone.
الصفحة 474 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...