The Sixth Reader of the Popular SeriesJ.B. Lippincott, 1882 - 544 من الصفحات |
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... father dying ' , and no heir being left except himself ' , he succeeded to the estate . " b . " The question having been fully discussed ' , and all objections fully refuted ' , the decision was unanimous . " c . " To be pure in heart ...
... father dying ' , and no heir being left except himself ' , he succeeded to the estate . " b . " The question having been fully discussed ' , and all objections fully refuted ' , the decision was unanimous . " c . " To be pure in heart ...
الصفحة 38
... father well ? -the old man ' of whom you spake ' ? Is he ' yet alive ' ? " 2. " My mother ! when I learned that hou wast dead ' , Say , wast thou conscious ' of the tears ' I shed ' ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son ' , Wretch ...
... father well ? -the old man ' of whom you spake ' ? Is he ' yet alive ' ? " 2. " My mother ! when I learned that hou wast dead ' , Say , wast thou conscious ' of the tears ' I shed ' ? Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son ' , Wretch ...
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... father much offended . Hamlet . Madame ' , you have my father much offended . " 6. a . " They follow an adventurer whom they fear ; wě- serve a monarch whom we love , a God whom we adore . " b . " They boast that they come but to ...
... father much offended . Hamlet . Madame ' , you have my father much offended . " 6. a . " They follow an adventurer whom they fear ; wě- serve a monarch whom we love , a God whom we adore . " b . " They boast that they come but to ...
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... fathers ! Whence are thy beams , O sun ? thy everlasting light ? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon , cold and pale , sinks in the western wave ; but thou thyself movest alone . The ...
... fathers ! Whence are thy beams , O sun ? thy everlasting light ? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon , cold and pale , sinks in the western wave ; but thou thyself movest alone . The ...
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... fathers shed , cry from the ground ! Echoing arches of this renowned hall , whisper back the voices of other days ! Giorious Washington ! break the long silence • One of the finest specimens of the sublime in writing is Ossian's address ...
... fathers shed , cry from the ground ! Echoing arches of this renowned hall , whisper back the voices of other days ! Giorious Washington ! break the long silence • One of the finest specimens of the sublime in writing is Ossian's address ...
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الصفحة 225 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak, unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house ? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction...
الصفحة 343 - He heard it, but he heeded not, — his eyes Were with his heart, 'and that was far away. He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Daci.an mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday! — All this rushed with his blood. — Shall he expire And unavenged? — Arise, ye Goths, and glut your ire!
الصفحة 60 - Of old hast THOU laid the foundation of the earth : And the heavens are the work of thy hands. They shall perish, but THOU shalt endure : Yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment ; As a vesture shalt THOU change them, and they shall be changed : But THOU art the same, And thy years shall have no end.
الصفحة 477 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap, forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn!
الصفحة 105 - The dint of pity: these are gracious drops! Kind souls ! What! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? — look you here ! Here is himself, — marred, as you see. with traitors ! —• Good friends ! sweet friends ! let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny!
الصفحة 307 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious union ; on states dissevered, discordant, belligerent ; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood...
الصفحة 338 - To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark! - that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! it is - it is - the cannon's opening roar! Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...
الصفحة 353 - I hang like a roof, — The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire and snow, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below.
الصفحة 500 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
الصفحة 40 - There are also celestial bodies, and bodies terrestrial; but the glory of the celestial is one, and the glory of the terrestrial is another. There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars; for one star differeth from another star in glory.