The Young Ladies' Elocutionary Reader: Containing a Selection of Reading LessonsJames Munroe, 1853 - 480 sider |
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... seemed out of place ; and my practised assurance forsook me utterly . She is changed now . She has been admired , and has found out her beauty ; and the music of her tone is gone ! She will recover it by and by , when the delirium of ...
... seemed out of place ; and my practised assurance forsook me utterly . She is changed now . She has been admired , and has found out her beauty ; and the music of her tone is gone ! She will recover it by and by , when the delirium of ...
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... seemed remarkable , that one so young should evince such entire self - possession , nor betray , by the least shade of embarrassment , a consciousness that every eye in that vast assembly , was fixed on her . This , however , is a part ...
... seemed remarkable , that one so young should evince such entire self - possession , nor betray , by the least shade of embarrassment , a consciousness that every eye in that vast assembly , was fixed on her . This , however , is a part ...
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... seemed to me more solemn than the near thunder . " * The letter e when sounded in final syllables , is distinguished by a dot , instead of the acute or the grave accent , to avoid confusion , in the notation of elocution II ...
... seemed to me more solemn than the near thunder . " * The letter e when sounded in final syllables , is distinguished by a dot , instead of the acute or the grave accent , to avoid confusion , in the notation of elocution II ...
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... seemed to me more solemn than the near thunder . Far more beautiful , and , perhaps , quite as salutary as a religious influence , is the sound of a distant Sabbath bell in the country . It comes floating over the hills , like the going ...
... seemed to me more solemn than the near thunder . Far more beautiful , and , perhaps , quite as salutary as a religious influence , is the sound of a distant Sabbath bell in the country . It comes floating over the hills , like the going ...
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... seemed to bloom with more delicate freshness and perfume , within the bounds of this earthly paradise . " The scenery around was wildly yet beautifully romantic : the clear blue river glancing and sparkling at its feet , seemed only the ...
... seemed to bloom with more delicate freshness and perfume , within the bounds of this earthly paradise . " The scenery around was wildly yet beautifully romantic : the clear blue river glancing and sparkling at its feet , seemed only the ...
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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.