The National Reader: A Selection of Exercises in Reading and Speaking, Designed to Fill the Same Place in the Schools of the United States, that is Held in Those of Great Britain by the Compilations of Murray, Scott, Enfield, Mylius, Thompson, Ewing, and OthersGeorge F. Cooledge, 1835 - 276 頁 |
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... breath or beam Has pierced its woodland screen . There's music in the thundering sweep Of the mountain waterfall , As its torrents struggle , and foam , and leap From the brow of its marble wall . There's music in the dawning morn , Ere ...
... breath or beam Has pierced its woodland screen . There's music in the thundering sweep Of the mountain waterfall , As its torrents struggle , and foam , and leap From the brow of its marble wall . There's music in the dawning morn , Ere ...
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... breath , To pour his response from the valley . One moment , and nought but the bugle was heard , And nought but the war - whoop given ; The next - and the sky seemed convulsively stirred , As if by the lightning riven . The din of the ...
... breath , To pour his response from the valley . One moment , and nought but the bugle was heard , And nought but the war - whoop given ; The next - and the sky seemed convulsively stirred , As if by the lightning riven . The din of the ...
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... to sigh for me . Thy gentle hand will sweets bestow , Transcending Eden's boasted bloom ; Each flower with brighter tints shall glow When Love and Beauty seek my tomb And , when the rose - bud's virgin breath With NATIONAL READER . 51.
... to sigh for me . Thy gentle hand will sweets bestow , Transcending Eden's boasted bloom ; Each flower with brighter tints shall glow When Love and Beauty seek my tomb And , when the rose - bud's virgin breath With NATIONAL READER . 51.
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... breath With fragrance fills the morning air , Imagine me released from death , And all my soul reviving there . LESSON XXV . Thoughts of a young man in the prospect of death.- HENRY K. WHITE . SAD , solitary Thought , who keep'st thy ...
... breath With fragrance fills the morning air , Imagine me released from death , And all my soul reviving there . LESSON XXV . Thoughts of a young man in the prospect of death.- HENRY K. WHITE . SAD , solitary Thought , who keep'st thy ...
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... Thou grove ! how dark thy gloom to me ! Thy glories riven by autumn's breath ! * From Bowring's Russian Anthology , Vol . II In every falling leaf I see A threatening messenger of 54 " NATIONAL READER . A Thought on Death.
... Thou grove ! how dark thy gloom to me ! Thy glories riven by autumn's breath ! * From Bowring's Russian Anthology , Vol . II In every falling leaf I see A threatening messenger of 54 " NATIONAL READER . A Thought on Death.
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第 219 頁 - Gentlemen may cry, peace, peace — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun ! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle ? What is it that gentlemen wish ? what would they have ? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery ? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take, but, as for me, give me liberty, or give...
第 142 頁 - And the Syrians had gone out by companies, and had brought away captive out of the land of Israel a little maid ; and she waited on Naaman's wife.
第 230 頁 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown ; Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
第 193 頁 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...
第 83 頁 - Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done. Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
第 66 頁 - There were indeed some persons, but their number was very small, that continued a kind of hobbling march on the broken arches, but fell through one after another, being quite tired and spent with so long a walk.
第 143 頁 - And he returned to the man of God, he and all his company, and came, and stood before him: and he said, Behold, now I know that there is no God in all the earth, but in Israel: now therefore, I pray thee, take a blessing of thy servant.
第 217 頁 - I ask gentlemen, Sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission ? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it ! Has Great Britain any enemy in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies?
第 138 頁 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of Winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save. But when shall Spring visit the mouldering urn? O, when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?
第 218 頁 - No, Sir, she has none. They are meant for us : they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains, which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them ? Shall we try argument ? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years.