The National Fifth Reader: Containing a Treatise on Elocution, Exercises in Reading and Declamation, with Biographical Sketches, and Copious Notes : Adapted to the Use of Students in English and American LiteratureA.S. Barnes & Burr, 1863 - 600 sider |
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... spring the flowers of expression . Expression is the soul of elocution . By its ever - varying and delicate combinations , and its magic and irresistible power , it wills - and the listless ear stoops with expectation ; the vacant eye ...
... spring the flowers of expression . Expression is the soul of elocution . By its ever - varying and delicate combinations , and its magic and irresistible power , it wills - and the listless ear stoops with expectation ; the vacant eye ...
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... springs of the sea ' ? or hast thou walked in search of the depths ' ? Hast thou an arm like God ' ? or canst thou thunder like him ' ? 4. When words or clauses are contrasted or com- pared , the first part usually has the rising , and ...
... springs of the sea ' ? or hast thou walked in search of the depths ' ? Hast thou an arm like God ' ? or canst thou thunder like him ' ? 4. When words or clauses are contrasted or com- pared , the first part usually has the rising , and ...
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... springs From hearts that have no other dower , No other wealth , no other power , Save love ; and will not that repay For all else fortune tears away ? It is the hour , when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard ; It is ...
... springs From hearts that have no other dower , No other wealth , no other power , Save love ; and will not that repay For all else fortune tears away ? It is the hour , when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard ; It is ...
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... spring . The days are calm . The nights are tranquil . The year's work is done . She walks in gorgeous apparel , looking upon her long labor , and her serene eye saith , " It is good . " 11. NOVEMBER ! Patient watcher , thou art asking ...
... spring . The days are calm . The nights are tranquil . The year's work is done . She walks in gorgeous apparel , looking upon her long labor , and her serene eye saith , " It is good . " 11. NOVEMBER ! Patient watcher , thou art asking ...
Side 71
... Spring , Spring shall put on her glorious appărel and be called Summer . It is life ! it is life ! through the whole year ! H. W. BEECHER . REV . HENRY Ward Beecher , son of Dr. Lyman Beecher , was born in Litch- field , Connecticut ...
... Spring , Spring shall put on her glorious appărel and be called Summer . It is life ! it is life ! through the whole year ! H. W. BEECHER . REV . HENRY Ward Beecher , son of Dr. Lyman Beecher , was born in Litch- field , Connecticut ...
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Side 295 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Side 38 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark heaving, boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of eternity — the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee ; thou goest forth, dread fathomless alone.
Side 561 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee and arbiter of war,— These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Side 189 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, 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...
Side 514 - For I am the least of the apostles, that am not meet to be called an apostle, because I persecuted the church of God. But by the grace of God I am what I am...
Side 190 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad shall prevail ; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Side 566 - Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping; and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you.
Side 466 - Ye ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet ?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo...
Side 515 - Thou fool, that which thou sowest is not quickened except it die : And that which thou sowest thou sowest not that body that shall be, but bare grain, it may chance of wheat, or of some other grain : But God giveth it a body as it hath pleased Him and to every seed his own body.
Side 561 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.