The Standard Fourth Reader: With Spelling and Defining Lessons, Exercises in Declamation, Etc. Part twoJ.L. Shorey, 1871 - 336 Seiten |
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... poor , prove , pru'dent , rheum , rou - tine ' ( pronounced roo - teen ' ) , rude , rule , shoe , sur - tout ' , true , two , un - couth ' , who , prune . ' ú : - ( short , as in but . ) Cut , a - bove ' , a - mong ' , blood , broth'er ...
... poor , prove , pru'dent , rheum , rou - tine ' ( pronounced roo - teen ' ) , rude , rule , shoe , sur - tout ' , true , two , un - couth ' , who , prune . ' ú : - ( short , as in but . ) Cut , a - bove ' , a - mong ' , blood , broth'er ...
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... poor man's sheep ! ' 666 7. " I was wrong , neighbor , ' said I ; ' but it won't do to let your sheep eat up all that grain ; so I came over to say that I would take your sheep to my home- stead pasture , and put them in with mine ...
... poor man's sheep ! ' 666 7. " I was wrong , neighbor , ' said I ; ' but it won't do to let your sheep eat up all that grain ; so I came over to say that I would take your sheep to my home- stead pasture , and put them in with mine ...
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... poor with impunity ; for your rulers were corrupt , your judges cowardly and venal , and money could buy them all to aid in any act of spoliation . And bribery at elections - open , unblushing , flagrant - kept in power the men who were ...
... poor with impunity ; for your rulers were corrupt , your judges cowardly and venal , and money could buy them all to aid in any act of spoliation . And bribery at elections - open , unblushing , flagrant - kept in power the men who were ...
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... poor , this friend of the friendless , was slain . His very body , which his friends sought from his murderers , was refused them ; and your sacred river was made more sacred by receiving in its bosom all of Tiberius Gracchus that could ...
... poor , this friend of the friendless , was slain . His very body , which his friends sought from his murderers , was refused them ; and your sacred river was made more sacred by receiving in its bosom all of Tiberius Gracchus that could ...
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... poor as I went , - poor in all but hatred of tyrants , and zeal to serve my country . Shall I be your trib'une ? * XIII . REMARKABLE PROVIDENCE . - SLEDGE , n . , a sled ; a sleigh . ANXIOUS , a . , concerned ; uneasy . WAY'FAR - ER , n ...
... poor as I went , - poor in all but hatred of tyrants , and zeal to serve my country . Shall I be your trib'une ? * XIII . REMARKABLE PROVIDENCE . - SLEDGE , n . , a sled ; a sleigh . ANXIOUS , a . , concerned ; uneasy . WAY'FAR - ER , n ...
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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?