North American First Class Reader: The Sixth Book of Tower's Series for Common SchoolsSanborn, Carter, Bazin & Company, 1853 - 426 من الصفحات |
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... breath ! The gibbering teeth , glazed eye , and marble limb ! Shades from the tomb stalk out and stare at him . " A man stiff as marble , standing and gibbering violently , would present so curious a spectacle , that the shades , if ...
... breath ! The gibbering teeth , glazed eye , and marble limb ! Shades from the tomb stalk out and stare at him . " A man stiff as marble , standing and gibbering violently , would present so curious a spectacle , that the shades , if ...
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... this absorbs me quite , - Steals my senses , shuts my sight , Drowns my spirit , draws my breath ? Tell me , my soul , can this be death ? ' 37. If the reader utter the thoughts and sentiments , 30 PRINCIPLES OF ELOCUTION 80.
... this absorbs me quite , - Steals my senses , shuts my sight , Drowns my spirit , draws my breath ? Tell me , my soul , can this be death ? ' 37. If the reader utter the thoughts and sentiments , 30 PRINCIPLES OF ELOCUTION 80.
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... breath than can be vocalized by the enunciative organs . The words will then be thrown out , as it were , enveloped in aspi- ration . In exercising the pupil , let him practise on words and elementary sounds , by bringing the voice down ...
... breath than can be vocalized by the enunciative organs . The words will then be thrown out , as it were , enveloped in aspi- ration . In exercising the pupil , let him practise on words and elementary sounds , by bringing the voice down ...
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... breath when uttered , yet once uttered may never cease to be repeated ; with these few words , arranged in the two following lines , " And the withering thoughts which the world cannot know , Like heart - broken exiles , lie burning ...
... breath when uttered , yet once uttered may never cease to be repeated ; with these few words , arranged in the two following lines , " And the withering thoughts which the world cannot know , Like heart - broken exiles , lie burning ...
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... breathing after : ad , 10 ; ion , 96 ; the act of ardently de- siring what is noble or spiritual . — Indolence , inaction , or want of exertion of body or mind , proceeding from love of ease or aversion to toil : ence , 82. - Visionary ...
... breathing after : ad , 10 ; ion , 96 ; the act of ardently de- siring what is noble or spiritual . — Indolence , inaction , or want of exertion of body or mind , proceeding from love of ease or aversion to toil : ence , 82. - Visionary ...
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الصفحة 267 - 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 268 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man That love my friend, and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech To stir men's blood. I only speak right on: I tell you that which you yourselves do know, Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me.
الصفحة 391 - 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.
الصفحة 127 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of the unhonored dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate...
الصفحة 144 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to Virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt, for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
الصفحة 142 - How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene! How often have I paused on every charm, The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topped the neighboring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made!
الصفحة 393 - If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms: Never, never, never...
الصفحة 400 - 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 233 - I an itching palm ? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru, The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cas. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice...
الصفحة 321 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! " She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,