Analytical Fifth Reader: Containing an Introductory Article on the General Principles of Elocution, with a Thorough Method of Analysis, Intended to Develop the Pupil's Appreciation of the Thought and Emotion, a Critical Phonic Analysis of English Words, and Large Number of New and Valuable Selections for Exercises in Reading and Elocution, Supplemented by Numerous Historical, Biographical, and Explanatory NotesTaintor & Company, 1867 - 360页 |
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... Heaven ,. Analysis of the Same ,. Analysis of the Same ,. 99. The Fall of Wolsey , 100. Our Country's Call ,. Analysis of the Same ,. 101. A Rill from the Town Pump , .. 102. The Same Subject Continued , 103. Children . What are They ...
... Heaven ,. Analysis of the Same ,. Analysis of the Same ,. 99. The Fall of Wolsey , 100. Our Country's Call ,. Analysis of the Same ,. 101. A Rill from the Town Pump , .. 102. The Same Subject Continued , 103. Children . What are They ...
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... Heaven the groans of those who fell a sacrifice to your accursed ambition ? But , if the laboring earth does not expand her jaws ; if the air you breathe is not commis- sioned to be the minister of death ; yet hear it , and tremble ...
... Heaven the groans of those who fell a sacrifice to your accursed ambition ? But , if the laboring earth does not expand her jaws ; if the air you breathe is not commis- sioned to be the minister of death ; yet hear it , and tremble ...
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... heaven to see ; I awoke with an eager , famishing lip , But you had no bread for me . How could I 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 ...
... heaven to see ; I awoke with an eager , famishing lip , But you had no bread for me . How could I 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 ...
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... heaven They had once in their reach - that they might have been free . Shame ! shame ! when there was not a bosom whose heat Ever rose o'er the zero of Castlereagh's heart , That did not , like Echo , your war - hymn repeat , And send ...
... heaven They had once in their reach - that they might have been free . Shame ! shame ! when there was not a bosom whose heat Ever rose o'er the zero of Castlereagh's heart , That did not , like Echo , your war - hymn repeat , And send ...
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... Heaven forbid ! Where is the flag of the Republic to remain ? Where is the eagle still to tower ? or is he to cower and shrink , and fall to the ground ? Why , Sir , our ancestors , our fathers and our grandfathers , those of them that ...
... Heaven forbid ! Where is the flag of the Republic to remain ? Where is the eagle still to tower ? or is he to cower and shrink , and fall to the ground ? Why , Sir , our ancestors , our fathers and our grandfathers , those of them that ...
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第253页 - 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 flame with its heat.
第52页 - 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...
第254页 - You know the rest. In the books you have read, How the British regulars fired and fled, How the farmers gave them ball for ball, From behind each fence and farm-yard wall, Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load.
第59页 - ... rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold and stiff and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
第85页 - 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...
第254页 - It was one by the village clock When he galloped into Lexington. He saw the gilded weathercock Swim in the moonlight as he passed, And the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, Gaze at him with a spectral glare, As if they already stood aghast At the bloody work they would look upon. It was two by the village clock "When he came to the bridge in Concord town.
第67页 - 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...
第191页 - 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!
第108页 - Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
第253页 - Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, Booted and spurred, with a heavy stride On the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.