Teaching to ReadAmerican book Company, 1915 - 520 sider |
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Side 64
... look weel . 19. SENTENCE I. It is excellent disci- in the fewest pline for an author to possible words feel that he must say in the plainest all he has to say possible words or and his reader is sure to skip them ; his reader will or ...
... look weel . 19. SENTENCE I. It is excellent disci- in the fewest pline for an author to possible words feel that he must say in the plainest all he has to say possible words or and his reader is sure to skip them ; his reader will or ...
Side 68
... look alike , and eight out of nine of them have been found to be alike , a reader may be inferring that the ninth is also . He reaches the little and , and it says , " Look out ! It is not an opposed thought that comes after me . " 30 ...
... look alike , and eight out of nine of them have been found to be alike , a reader may be inferring that the ninth is also . He reaches the little and , and it says , " Look out ! It is not an opposed thought that comes after me . " 30 ...
Side 106
... look of one wasted by want , anxiety , or suffering . Hissing , a noise like that made by escaping steam or water touched by hot metal . Hues , shades of color . Hurled , thrown with violence ; driven with great force . Impenetrable ...
... look of one wasted by want , anxiety , or suffering . Hissing , a noise like that made by escaping steam or water touched by hot metal . Hues , shades of color . Hurled , thrown with violence ; driven with great force . Impenetrable ...
Side 128
... looks down on the ground . He who is accustomed to sud- den impulses , looks up with a kind of jerk . He who is a steady , cautious , merely practical man , walks on deliberately , his eyes straight before him . 5 But the man of pushing ...
... looks down on the ground . He who is accustomed to sud- den impulses , looks up with a kind of jerk . He who is a steady , cautious , merely practical man , walks on deliberately , his eyes straight before him . 5 But the man of pushing ...
Side 135
... look around us , and behold the hills and prom- ontories where the anxious eyes of our fathers first saw the places of habitation and of rest . 7 We feel the cold which benumbed , and listen to the winds which pierced them . 8 Beneath ...
... look around us , and behold the hills and prom- ontories where the anxious eyes of our fathers first saw the places of habitation and of rest . 7 We feel the cold which benumbed , and listen to the winds which pierced them . 8 Beneath ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON balance beauty brave Cæsar Chap CHARLES DICKENS clause comma Compare contrast dead death Desaix difference effect emotional England exclamation Explain expression eyes feel give gradation grouping hearers heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGfellow honor ideas illustration imagination inflection inserted JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER Julius Cæsar king leading live look Lord main thought meaning mind modified words nature never night Note Notice patriotism pause phrases picture poem poet portion punctuation pupils question quotation rain reader repetition Rip Van Winkle Scene SELECTIONS AND SUGGESTIVE semicolons sentence ship song Song of Hiawatha speak speaker spirit stanza SUGGESTIVE STUDIES TEACH teacher tell tence thee things THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY thou thought value tion Trace truth TURNER voice WASHINGTON IRVING WILLIAM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ΙΟ
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Side 501 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent ; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood ! Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full high advanced...
Side 503 - The venerable woods; rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death Through the still lapse of ages.
Side 503 - All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Side 360 - If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms — never — never — never.
Side 502 - Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart, Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around— Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Side 209 - And he gave it for his opinion, that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country than the whole race of politicians put together.
Side 308 - Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us.
Side 232 - ... tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die.
Side 503 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Side 96 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The Moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn,.