The Metropolitan Fifth Reader: Compiled for the Use of Colleges, Academies, and the Higher Classes of Select and Parish SchoolsD. & J. Sadlier & Company, 1871 - 450 pages |
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... or more . For example , in the line , " And thou exist'st and striv'st as duty prompts , " --the sound of the italicized consonants is often imperfectly rendered . So we hear acts incorrectly pronounced ax ; 14 THE FIFTH READER .
... or more . For example , in the line , " And thou exist'st and striv'st as duty prompts , " --the sound of the italicized consonants is often imperfectly rendered . So we hear acts incorrectly pronounced ax ; 14 THE FIFTH READER .
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... hear acts incorrectly pronounced ax ; facts , fax ; reflects , reflex ; expects , expex , & c . Great liberties are often taken with the letter r . There are speakers who say bust for burst , fust for first , dust for durst , & c . We ...
... hear acts incorrectly pronounced ax ; facts , fax ; reflects , reflex ; expects , expex , & c . Great liberties are often taken with the letter r . There are speakers who say bust for burst , fust for first , dust for durst , & c . We ...
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... Hear'st thou this hermit's heinous here- sy ? He twists the texts to suit the several sects . Hope , bōats , roads , coats , and loads of clōaks and sõap . ass'dst thou him thus inhumanly ? Why har 7. In either place he dwells , in ...
... Hear'st thou this hermit's heinous here- sy ? He twists the texts to suit the several sects . Hope , bōats , roads , coats , and loads of clōaks and sõap . ass'dst thou him thus inhumanly ? Why har 7. In either place he dwells , in ...
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... hear of me heir adversity , always . ; in There is no possibility of speaking properly the ladguage of any passion without feeling it . A book that is to be read requires one sort of style ; a man that is to speak , must use another . A ...
... hear of me heir adversity , always . ; in There is no possibility of speaking properly the ladguage of any passion without feeling it . A book that is to be read requires one sort of style ; a man that is to speak , must use another . A ...
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... hear his sentry's shriek- ' To arms ! They come ! The Greek ! the Greek . ' " " Strike - till the last arm'd foe expires ; Strike - for your altars and your fires ; Strike - for the green graves of your sires , God , and your native ...
... hear his sentry's shriek- ' To arms ! They come ! The Greek ! the Greek . ' " " Strike - till the last arm'd foe expires ; Strike - for your altars and your fires ; Strike - for the green graves of your sires , God , and your native ...
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Page 43 - The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say ' This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.' Sweet are the uses of adversity, Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life exempt from public haunt Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones and good in...
Page 43 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 60 - For within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court ; and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp...
Page 61 - O flowers That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names, Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount...
Page 229 - I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators, has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished for ever.
Page 446 - A little learning is a dangerous thing ! Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again.
Page 60 - And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 55 - I have nought that is fair?" saith he; "Have nought but the bearded grain? Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, I will give them all back again." He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes, He kissed their drooping leaves; It was for the Lord of Paradise He bound them in his sheaves. "My Lord has need of these flowerets gay," The Reaper said, and smiled; "Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child.
Page 399 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 339 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free. Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.