The National Fifth Reader: Containing a Complete and Practical Treatise on Elocution, Select and Classified Exercises in Reading and Declamation, with Biographical Sketches, and Copious Notes : Adapted to the Use of Students in Literature
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第 534 頁 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
第 255 頁 - I see before me the Gladiator lie: He leans upon his hand - his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him - he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
第 186 頁 - I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose ; I still had hopes — for pride attends us still — Amidst the swains to show my...
第 495 頁 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and Hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
第 473 頁 - Among bridesmen and kinsmen and brothers and all : Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), " O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?
第 551 頁 - Only this and nothing more." Ah! distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore— For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore.
第 189 頁 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault ; The village all declared how much he knew — 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too ; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran that he could gauge.
第 128 頁 - Yet a few days and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...