Analytical Fifth Reader: Containing an Introductory Article on the General Principles of Elocution : with a Thorough Method of Analysis, ... a Critical Phonic Analysis of English Words ... : Supplemented by Numerous Historical, Biographical, and Explanatory NotesMason Bros., 1867 - 360 pages |
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... look to you , mother , How could I look to you , For bread to give to your starving boy , When you were starving too ? For I read the famine in your cheek , And in your eye so wild , And I felt it in your bony hand As you laid it on ...
... look to you , mother , How could I look to you , For bread to give to your starving boy , When you were starving too ? For I read the famine in your cheek , And in your eye so wild , And I felt it in your bony hand As you laid it on ...
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... look that your arms be bright ! Ho ! burghers of St. Genevieve , keep watch and ward to- night ! For our God hath crushed the tyrant , our God hath raised the slave , And mocked the counsel of the wise , and the valor of the brave ...
... look that your arms be bright ! Ho ! burghers of St. Genevieve , keep watch and ward to- night ! For our God hath crushed the tyrant , our God hath raised the slave , And mocked the counsel of the wise , and the valor of the brave ...
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... beyond into half- oval scenes which look , through the chiar -oscuro , as if beheld through slightly shaded glass . And how finely the elm leans over the brook - its native place - turning the THE FIFTH READER . 71 SELECTIONS.
... beyond into half- oval scenes which look , through the chiar -oscuro , as if beheld through slightly shaded glass . And how finely the elm leans over the brook - its native place - turning the THE FIFTH READER . 71 SELECTIONS.
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... looks in the deep woods - how fresh the green of its regularly scalloped leaves ! At springtide the tips of its sprays feather out in the glossiest and most delicate cream - satin , amid which the young leaf glows like a speck of ...
... looks in the deep woods - how fresh the green of its regularly scalloped leaves ! At springtide the tips of its sprays feather out in the glossiest and most delicate cream - satin , amid which the young leaf glows like a speck of ...
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... Greek vase " ? What looks as if a rich vine were wreathed around it " ? What gives it this appear- ance ? Explain the next sentence . What is " chiar - oscuro " } Why is the brook the " native place " of THE FIFTH READER . 75 EXERCISE.
... Greek vase " ? What looks as if a rich vine were wreathed around it " ? What gives it this appear- ance ? Explain the next sentence . What is " chiar - oscuro " } Why is the brook the " native place " of THE FIFTH READER . 75 EXERCISE.
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Page 302 - Pr'ythee, lead me in : There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny : 'tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Page 253 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all ! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flames with its heat.
Page 52 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar; — The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes...
Page 259 - Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by: And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Page 85 - The house-dog on his paws outspread Laid to the fire his drowsy head, The cat's dark silhouette on the wall A couchant tiger's seemed to fall; And, for the winter fireside meet, Between the andirons...
Page 255 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo...
Page 117 - The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?
Page 191 - Were half the power that fills the world with terror, Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error, There were no need of arsenals or forts: The warrior's name would be a name abhorred!
Page 66 - They will celebrate it with thanksgiving, with festivity, with bonfires, and illuminations. On its annual return they will shed tears, — copious, gushing tears ; not of subjection and slavery, not of agony and distress, but of exultation, of gratitude, and of joy.
Page 253 - Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.