The Young Ladies' Elocutionary Reader: Containing a Selection of Reading LessonsJames Munroe, 1853 - 480 sider |
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... Harriet Beechwood . [ Conversational dialogues are among the most effective means of breaking up monotonous and ... Harriet . MAMMA ! I have just heard such a proud speech of a poor man ! you would wonder if you heard it . Mrs. B. Not ...
... Harriet Beechwood . [ Conversational dialogues are among the most effective means of breaking up monotonous and ... Harriet . MAMMA ! I have just heard such a proud speech of a poor man ! you would wonder if you heard it . Mrs. B. Not ...
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... Harriet . Oh ! mamma , but this is a poor man ! Mrs. B. He is able to pay for her learning , I suppose ; otherwise , he would certainly do wrong to refuse his child the advantage of instruction because his feelings were hurt by it . Harriet ...
... Harriet . Oh ! mamma , but this is a poor man ! Mrs. B. He is able to pay for her learning , I suppose ; otherwise , he would certainly do wrong to refuse his child the advantage of instruction because his feelings were hurt by it . Harriet ...
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... Harriet . But I thought gardeners and such sort of people had no rank ? Mrs. B. That is a very great mistake . Every one has his rank , his place in society ; and so far as rank is a source of honourable pride , there is less difference ...
... Harriet . But I thought gardeners and such sort of people had no rank ? Mrs. B. That is a very great mistake . Every one has his rank , his place in society ; and so far as rank is a source of honourable pride , there is less difference ...
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... Harriet . But every body says , and I have heard you say , mamma , that the kind of people I mean , and servants ... Harriet . It is very true . Mrs. B. Are not duchesses driven by extravagance to pawn their plate and jewels ? Harriet ...
... Harriet . But every body says , and I have heard you say , mamma , that the kind of people I mean , and servants ... Harriet . It is very true . Mrs. B. Are not duchesses driven by extravagance to pawn their plate and jewels ? Harriet ...
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... Harriet . What is that ? - - Mrs. B. Fashion , an arbitrary and capricious tyrant , who reigns with the most despotic sway over that department which taste alone ought to regulate . It is fashion that im- prisons the slender nymph in ...
... Harriet . What is that ? - - Mrs. B. Fashion , an arbitrary and capricious tyrant , who reigns with the most despotic sway over that department which taste alone ought to regulate . It is fashion that im- prisons the slender nymph in ...
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Side 24 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Side 119 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air, and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! O dread and silent Mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
Side 346 - Work — work — work ! In the dull December light, And work — work — work! When the weather is warm and bright — While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the Spring.
Side 169 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day.
Side 387 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Side 120 - 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!
Side 382 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream.
Side 385 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Side 180 - Ye forests, bend ; ye harvests, wave to Him • Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous moon. Ye that keep watch in heaven, as earth asleep Unconscious lies, effuse your mildest beams, Ye constellations, while your angels strike, 476 THOMSON.