A Practical Reader: With Exercises in Vocal CultureClark & Maynard, 1882 - 224 pages |
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... HEARD . Carl Spencer , 220 HISTORY . James Anthony Froude , 173 HOW TO READ . John Ruskin , 197 IN THE HIGHLANDS . William Black , 77 JACK ABBOTT'S BREAKFAST . Leigh Hunt , 149 LEFT ASHORE . Harriet Prescott Spofford , 112 LILIES IN ...
... HEARD . Carl Spencer , 220 HISTORY . James Anthony Froude , 173 HOW TO READ . John Ruskin , 197 IN THE HIGHLANDS . William Black , 77 JACK ABBOTT'S BREAKFAST . Leigh Hunt , 149 LEFT ASHORE . Harriet Prescott Spofford , 112 LILIES IN ...
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... heard the creature purr since the old Sunday - night sing- ing , hushed so long ago . The Gates Ajar . - ELIZ . STUART PHELPS . 11 . Then he sat down still and speechless , On the bed of Minnehaha , At the feet of Laughing Water , At ...
... heard the creature purr since the old Sunday - night sing- ing , hushed so long ago . The Gates Ajar . - ELIZ . STUART PHELPS . 11 . Then he sat down still and speechless , On the bed of Minnehaha , At the feet of Laughing Water , At ...
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... heard no more . The Closing Scene . - THOMAS BUCHANAN READ . EXPULSIVE ( Didactic ) . In Expulsive Force the breath is expelled , or driven out forcibly , with the amount of effort naturally made in speech and in ordinary reading . It ...
... heard no more . The Closing Scene . - THOMAS BUCHANAN READ . EXPULSIVE ( Didactic ) . In Expulsive Force the breath is expelled , or driven out forcibly , with the amount of effort naturally made in speech and in ordinary reading . It ...
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... heard but the last sob of some weary wave telling its story to the smooth pebbles of the beach , and then all was still as the breast when the spirit has departed . Spartacus to the Gladiators . - ELIJAH KELLOGG . SOFT . 38 . No stir ...
... heard but the last sob of some weary wave telling its story to the smooth pebbles of the beach , and then all was still as the breast when the spirit has departed . Spartacus to the Gladiators . - ELIJAH KELLOGG . SOFT . 38 . No stir ...
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... face ; the hair of my flesh stood up ; it stood still but I could not discern the form thereof ; an image was before mine eyes ; then was silence , and I heard a voice saying , " Shall mortal man be more just than Movement . 47.
... face ; the hair of my flesh stood up ; it stood still but I could not discern the form thereof ; an image was before mine eyes ; then was silence , and I heard a voice saying , " Shall mortal man be more just than Movement . 47.
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Page 36 - I hate him for he is a Christian; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Page 48 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 49 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies now, upon them with the lance ! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Page 56 - Have ye brave sons? Look, in the next fierce brawl, To see them die ! Have ye fair daughters? Look To see them live, torn from your arms, distained, Dishonored ! and if ye dare call for justice, Be answered by the lash ! Yet this is Rome, That sat on her seven hills, and from her throne Of beauty, ruled the world...
Page 34 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Page 173 - And the sun went down, and the stars came out far over the summer sea, But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty-three. Ship after ship, the whole night long, their high-built galleons came, Ship after ship, the whole night long, with her battle-thunder and flame; Ship after ship, the whole night long, drew back with her dead and her shame.
Page 171 - Fore God I am no coward ; But I cannot meet them here, for my ships are out of gear, And the half my men are sick. I must fly, but follow quick. We are six ships of the line; can we fight with fifty-three?
Page 28 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the structure that we raise, Time is with materials filled ; Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build.
Page 41 - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
Page 172 - He had only a hundred seamen to work the ship and to fight, And he sailed away from Flores till the Spaniard came in sight, With his huge sea-castles heaving upon the weather bow. "Shall we fight or shall we fly? Good Sir Richard, tell us now, For to fight is but to die ! There'll be little of us left by the time this sun be set.