Independent Fifth Reader: Containing a Practical Treatise on Elocution, Illustrated with Diagrams, Select and Classified Readings and Recitations, with Copious Notes, and Complete Supplementary IndexA.S. Barnes, 1880 - 336页 |
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... wilds . sto ' m 66 storm . 66 wa'm warm . his't'ry bôis'trous for bôis'ter oŭs . chick " n “ chick'ěn . " his'tō ry . nov " l 66 trăv " l nov'ěl . “ trăv❜ěl . Secondly , from uttering one or more elements that should not be sounded ...
... wilds . sto ' m 66 storm . 66 wa'm warm . his't'ry bôis'trous for bôis'ter oŭs . chick " n “ chick'ěn . " his'tō ry . nov " l 66 trăv " l nov'ěl . “ trăv❜ěl . Secondly , from uttering one or more elements that should not be sounded ...
第46页
... wild waves flee : They gallop ȧlong with a roaring song , Away to the eager awaiting sea ! 2. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed , The mustering squadron , and the clattering car Went pouring fôrward with impetuous speed ...
... wild waves flee : They gallop ȧlong with a roaring song , Away to the eager awaiting sea ! 2. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed , The mustering squadron , and the clattering car Went pouring fôrward with impetuous speed ...
第67页
... wild with delight ; Like ǎrrows loud whistling the swallows flit by ; The rapturous 1 lark , as he sōars out of sight , 2 Sends a flood of rich melody down from the sky . In thẻ âir that they quaff , all the feathery throng Taste the ...
... wild with delight ; Like ǎrrows loud whistling the swallows flit by ; The rapturous 1 lark , as he sōars out of sight , 2 Sends a flood of rich melody down from the sky . In thẻ âir that they quaff , all the feathery throng Taste the ...
第69页
... wild ones . 9. I was all but petrified . The brown bear had at låst joined in the gambols of the other , and by dint of rolling in the dust , both of them had become gray . Meanwhile I had risen , and was considering whether I should ...
... wild ones . 9. I was all but petrified . The brown bear had at låst joined in the gambols of the other , and by dint of rolling in the dust , both of them had become gray . Meanwhile I had risen , and was considering whether I should ...
第83页
... wild bird to its nest , The infant to its mother's breast . 2. Sweet hour ! that bids the laborer cease ; That gives the weary team release , And leads them hōme , and crowns them there With rest and shelter , food and câre . 3. O ...
... wild bird to its nest , The infant to its mother's breast . 2. Sweet hour ! that bids the laborer cease ; That gives the weary team release , And leads them hōme , and crowns them there With rest and shelter , food and câre . 3. O ...
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第219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46页 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
第188页 - Thou crownest the year with thy goodness ; and thy paths drop fatness. They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness: and the little hills rejoice on every side. The pastures are clothed with flocks ; the valleys also are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, they also sing.
第243页 - He was perfumed like a milliner; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took't away again ; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...
第285页 - OUR fathers' God! from out whose hand The centuries fall like grains of sand, We meet to-day, united, free, And loyal to our land and Thee, To thank Thee for the era .done, And trust Thee for the opening one.
第238页 - And horses were born with eagles' wings; And just as I became assured My lame foot would be speedily cured, The music stopped and I stood still, And found myself outside the hill, Left alone against my will, To go now limping as before, And never hear of that country more!
第234页 - To Rat-land home his commentary: Which was: "At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider press's gripe; And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards, And a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards, And a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks, And a breaking the hoops of butter-casks: And it seemed as if a voice (Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery Is breathed) called out, 'Oh, rats, rejoice!
第232页 - Upon this pipe, as low it dangled Over his vesture so old-fangled.) "Yet," said he, "poor piper as I am, In Tartary I freed the Cham, Last June, from his huge...
第246页 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch Under your testy humour? By the gods, You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Though it do split you; for, from this day forth, I'll use you for my mirth, yea, for my laughter, When you are waspish.
第106页 - Leave your meadow grasses mellow, Mellow, mellow ; Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow; Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot; Quit...