The Young Ladies' Elocutionary Reader: Containing a Selection of Reading LessonsJames Munroe, 1853 - 480 sider |
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... spirits have broken over the thrilling timidity of childhood , and the charm is unwound . ” Faulty Utterance an ... spirit , which is the foundation of - - - 1 genuine modesty and just reserve , and keeps them from 14 YOUNG LADIES ...
... spirits have broken over the thrilling timidity of childhood , and the charm is unwound . ” Faulty Utterance an ... spirit , which is the foundation of - - - 1 genuine modesty and just reserve , and keeps them from 14 YOUNG LADIES ...
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... spirit then , That fatal morning fell ! But oh ! the dark reality . Another voice may tell ; The quick decline , the parting sigh , - The slowly moving bier , - The lifted sod , —the sculptured stone , — The unavailing tear . ” 7 ...
... spirit then , That fatal morning fell ! But oh ! the dark reality . Another voice may tell ; The quick decline , the parting sigh , - The slowly moving bier , - The lifted sod , —the sculptured stone , — The unavailing tear . ” 7 ...
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... spirit , that it walk Unshrinking o'er the thorny paths below , And from earth's low defilements keep thee back : So when a few fleet severing years are flown , She'll meet thee at heaven's gate , Weep not for her ! " and lead thee on ...
... spirit , that it walk Unshrinking o'er the thorny paths below , And from earth's low defilements keep thee back : So when a few fleet severing years are flown , She'll meet thee at heaven's gate , Weep not for her ! " and lead thee on ...
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... spirit from the world hath fled , A soul from earth departed ; While mourners weep above the dead , Despairing , - broken - hearted ! Through the vast fields of viewless time That conscious soul hath gone , To answer for each earthly ...
... spirit from the world hath fled , A soul from earth departed ; While mourners weep above the dead , Despairing , - broken - hearted ! Through the vast fields of viewless time That conscious soul hath gone , To answer for each earthly ...
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... spirit of a man , presses his radiant form to the dust , and teaches him what he is ; the wilderness ; spiritual foes on the high places of the unseen world . " II . - SERIOUS STYLE . Didactic Composition . [ Tyranny of Fashion . ] Mrs ...
... spirit of a man , presses his radiant form to the dust , and teaches him what he is ; the wilderness ; spiritual foes on the high places of the unseen world . " II . - SERIOUS STYLE . Didactic Composition . [ Tyranny of Fashion . ] Mrs ...
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The Young Ladies' Elocutionary Reader: Containing a Selection of Reading ... Anna U. Russell Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2017 |
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Anon beauty Becky Morgan beneath birds breath bright called Castle Rackrent character charm cheerful child clouds conversation dark death deep delight dreams dress earth Edgeworthstown elocution emotion eternal EXERCISE expression father feeling flowers Francis Edgeworth Frederika Bremer gentle give glorious glory glottis grace GRACE DARLING grave hand Harriet hath hear heard heart heaven honour hour human human voice Ivanhoe ladies light living look MADAME DE STAËL Margaret Davidson mind Mont Blanc morning mother mountains nature never night o'er orotund passed perfect pilgrim praise pure tone reading round scene seems Shawford silent smile solemn song soul sound spirit Sta'el stars style sublime sweet taste tears tender thee thine thing Thomas Conecte thou thought tion utterance vocal voice waves wind woman words young youth
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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 303 - 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.
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.