The Standard Fourth Reader: With Spelling and Defining Lessons, Exercises in Declamation, Etc. Part twoJ.L. Shorey, 1871 - 336 Seiten |
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... delights me for its truth is what some wise man had first to learn in bitterness . My comforts are mine , many of them , " through other men's miseries , Commerce - spreads the world about with blessings , but not without there being ...
... delights me for its truth is what some wise man had first to learn in bitterness . My comforts are mine , many of them , " through other men's miseries , Commerce - spreads the world about with blessings , but not without there being ...
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... delight in humanity , who revere justice , despise flat- tery , and venerate truth . While you are not such a people , O ! my fellow - citizens , in vain will you talk of liberty . Instead of liberty , you will have licentious- ness ...
... delight in humanity , who revere justice , despise flat- tery , and venerate truth . While you are not such a people , O ! my fellow - citizens , in vain will you talk of liberty . Instead of liberty , you will have licentious- ness ...
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... delight , The shelter where I hoped to die ! - In such a duty , such an hour , - The weak are strong , the timid brave ; For Love puts on an angel's power , And Faith grows mightier than the grave . For rays of heaven , serenely bright ...
... delight , The shelter where I hoped to die ! - In such a duty , such an hour , - The weak are strong , the timid brave ; For Love puts on an angel's power , And Faith grows mightier than the grave . For rays of heaven , serenely bright ...
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... delights of sense ; what was the spiritual atmosphere in which they breathed ; what the secret source of endeavor , never slackening till the goal was won . 3. Books , like men , have a two - fold nature . Paper , print , and binding ...
... delights of sense ; what was the spiritual atmosphere in which they breathed ; what the secret source of endeavor , never slackening till the goal was won . 3. Books , like men , have a two - fold nature . Paper , print , and binding ...
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... delightful rests of sweetness and beauty amid the threatening awfulness . 3. The Merced , which flows through the main pass , is a noble stream , a hundred feet wide and ten feet deep . It is formed chiefly of the streams that leap and ...
... delightful rests of sweetness and beauty amid the threatening awfulness . 3. The Merced , which flows through the main pass , is a noble stream , a hundred feet wide and ten feet deep . It is formed chiefly of the streams that leap and ...
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al-lies arms army asked Avoid saying battle BATTLE OF IVRY beauty Belshazzar bird bless blood boys brave breathe Cæsar called Capt Catiline Cato courage cried dark death delight Doub earth exercise eyes father fear feel feet fight fire foes France give glory hand hast hath head heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre honor hour human hundred immortal king Lampedo land liberty live look Lord loud Mayenne mind mountain nature never night noble o'er pibroch Pronounce replied Roman Senators Rome shout Sir Walter Scott soldier Song of Hiawatha soul sound speak spirit Swipes sword syllable tell thee thine thing thou thought thousand Tiber Tiberius Gracchus tion To-day tone truth virtue voice vowel Wat Tyler wild words Wordwell young
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Seite 281 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Seite 331 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Seite 155 - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
Seite 280 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Seite 132 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Seite 267 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Seite 333 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Seite 206 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Seite 158 - A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Seite 333 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin ? Who would fardels bear, To groan and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of?