The Sixth Reader of the Popular SeriesJ.B. Lippincott, 1882 - 544 من الصفحات |
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... Is worth a whole eternity in bondage . " C. " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek ! " d . " And Agrippa said unto Paul , Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian . And Paul said , 18 LIPPINCOTT'S POPULAR SERIES .
... Is worth a whole eternity in bondage . " C. " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek ! " d . " And Agrippa said unto Paul , Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian . And Paul said , 18 LIPPINCOTT'S POPULAR SERIES .
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... thou , but also all that hear me this day , were both almost and ALTOGETHER such as I am , except these bonds . " LESSON II . 1. Upon a little examination we shall see that the em- phasis , when correctly applied , always falls upon ...
... thou , but also all that hear me this day , were both almost and ALTOGETHER such as I am , except these bonds . " LESSON II . 1. Upon a little examination we shall see that the em- phasis , when correctly applied , always falls upon ...
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... thou canst read ) the lay Graved on the stone , beneath yon aged thorn . " 4. Here the words thou canst should be made emphatic . But what is the other part of the antithesis ? Evidently , the words I cannot . Then we have the whole ...
... thou canst read ) the lay Graved on the stone , beneath yon aged thorn . " 4. Here the words thou canst should be made emphatic . But what is the other part of the antithesis ? Evidently , the words I cannot . Then we have the whole ...
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... Thou art the man . " d . " With dying hand , above his head e . He shook the fragment of his blade , And shouted - VICTORY ! " - W . Scott . " She's gone ; I am abused ; and my relief Must be to loathe her . " f . " What were they made ...
... Thou art the man . " d . " With dying hand , above his head e . He shook the fragment of his blade , And shouted - VICTORY ! " - W . Scott . " She's gone ; I am abused ; and my relief Must be to loathe her . " f . " What were they made ...
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... thou believe thy Prophet , or , what's more , That Power Supreme that made thee - and thy Prophet ? " In the following brief extract the emphasis should grad- ually rise higher and higher in pitch , until the emphatic pause is reached ...
... thou believe thy Prophet , or , what's more , That Power Supreme that made thee - and thy Prophet ? " In the following brief extract the emphasis should grad- ually rise higher and higher in pitch , until the emphatic pause is reached ...
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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.