English Studies in Interpretation and Composition for High SchoolsMacmillan, 1906 - 331 sider |
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adverb allusions antonyms argument arrangement battle of Waterloo bear beauty beginning bird bobolink Cæsura called character clear comparison composition consider Describe effective emotions emphasis English ENGLISH STUDIES examples Exercises explain exposition eyes form of discourse GEORGE ELIOT give given Harry Simpson hear hence Ichabod ideas Johnny Bower language letter literary literature LONGFELLOW look main incident meaning Melrose Abbey ment mentioned Merchant of Venice method mind narration narrative nature necessary never night objects paragraph periodic sentence person picture pleasure poem poet poetry present pronoun punctuation pupils purpose reader references relate resemblance river robins Saracen seen selection sense short words sight sound speak story suggested sweet teacher tell tence thing thou Tiny Tim tion topic sentence tree understand unity verb VICTOR HUGO WASHINGTON IRVING wish writing written
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Side 73 - Gentlemen may cry, peace, peace — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale, that sweeps from the north, will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field ! Why stand we here idle ? What is it that gentlemen wish?
Side 233 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleecelike floor, By the midnight breezes strewn; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer. And I laugh to see them whirl and flee Like a swarm of golden bees...
Side 73 - Gentlemen may cry peace! peace! but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Side 233 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move...
Side 213 - Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
Side 214 - 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; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips, — "The foe! They come! They come!" And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Side 232 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Side 57 - Venerable men, you have come down to us from a former generation. Heaven has bounteously lengthened out your lives that you might behold this joyous day. You are now where you stood fifty years ago this very hour, with your brothers and your neighbors, shoulder to shoulder, in the strife for your country. Behold, how altered! The same heavens are, indeed, over your heads; the same ocean rolls at your feet; but all else, how changed!
Side 276 - But rather to tell how, if art could tell, How from that sapphire fount the crisped brooks, Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold, With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Side xx - Gunpowder, who dashed forward, snuffling and snorting, but came to a stand just by the bridge, with a suddenness that had nearly sent his rider sprawling over his head. Just at this moment a plashy tramp by the side of the bridge caught the sensitive ear of Ichabod. In the dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen, black, and towering.