The Common School Speaker: A New Collection of Original and Selected Pieces, for Reading and RecitationS. Babcock, 1844 - 288页 |
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... grave ; Mayst thou yield me that grave in thy own daisied earth , And my ashes repose in the land of my birth ! LESSON III . HOME . The following piece has no great poetic merit , but it belongs to a class much needed by young pupils ...
... grave ; Mayst thou yield me that grave in thy own daisied earth , And my ashes repose in the land of my birth ! LESSON III . HOME . The following piece has no great poetic merit , but it belongs to a class much needed by young pupils ...
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... grave tone , brightening and growing more cheerful to the end of the third stanza , when , resuming his solemnity , he must speak the beautiful simile contained in the fourth stanza . A simile is a figure of speech containing a ...
... grave tone , brightening and growing more cheerful to the end of the third stanza , when , resuming his solemnity , he must speak the beautiful simile contained in the fourth stanza . A simile is a figure of speech containing a ...
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... grave . LESSON VII . THE ROMANCE READER . This lively and natural description of we fear the greater part of our young females , is extracted from a longer poem , entitled CURIOSITY , written by CHARLES SPRAGUE of Boston ; a poet , of ...
... grave . LESSON VII . THE ROMANCE READER . This lively and natural description of we fear the greater part of our young females , is extracted from a longer poem , entitled CURIOSITY , written by CHARLES SPRAGUE of Boston ; a poet , of ...
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... grave to gay— I'm afraid he is peeping at me ! LESSON XXIX . THE TAMING OF BUCEPHALUS . It is related of Alexander the Great , that when a young man , wit- nessing the unsuccessful attempts of certain grooms to mount a re- markable ...
... grave to gay— I'm afraid he is peeping at me ! LESSON XXIX . THE TAMING OF BUCEPHALUS . It is related of Alexander the Great , that when a young man , wit- nessing the unsuccessful attempts of certain grooms to mount a re- markable ...
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... grave . Nail to the mast her holy flag , Set every threadbare sail , And give her to the god of storms , The lightning , and the gale ! LESSON XLI . THE SUMMONS . The following poem affords the pupil a good opportunity to vary his voice ...
... grave . Nail to the mast her holy flag , Set every threadbare sail , And give her to the god of storms , The lightning , and the gale ! LESSON XLI . THE SUMMONS . The following poem affords the pupil a good opportunity to vary his voice ...
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常见术语和短语
battle beautiful beneath bird blessings blood brave breast breath brow Bucolies BUNKER HILL MONUMENT Cæsar called child CIRCASSIAN cried dark dead dear death Decemviri deep Dismal Swamp dream earth England Excelsior Fable father fear flowers following piece glory grave hand hast hath hear heart Heaven hills hope Julius Cæsar Katydid king lady land LESSON light lips live look Lord loud Mac Gregor mamma MARY HOWITT mighty moral mother mountain N. P. WILLIS ne'er neath never night o'er passing peace poem poet Pontifex Maximus poor pride shore sigh sing sleep smile soul spirit stanza star steed stood sweet sword tears tell tempest thee There's thing THOMAS HOOD thunder tree Twas Vanity Fair Vive l'amour voice Walter Scott Washington wave wild word written young pupil youth
热门引用章节
第69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253页 - 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 rush'd, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
第142页 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...
第75页 - The school-boy whips his taxed top ; the beardless youth manages his taxed horse with a taxed bridle, on a taxed road ; and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine, which has paid...
第183页 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
第162页 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?
第70页 - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
第254页 - ... rend your hair for those who never shall return. • Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ; Ho ! burghers of St.
第230页 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
第171页 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. And fast before her father's men, Three days we've fled together; For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?