The Sixth ReaderCowperthwait & Company, 1872 - 408 sider |
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... answer it slides downward . Thus , one asks an- other at a distance what he wants , - " The báll ? " " No ! the knife . " The movement of the voice on the word " ball " is a rising slide or inflection ; that upon " no " and " knife " is ...
... answer it slides downward . Thus , one asks an- other at a distance what he wants , - " The báll ? " " No ! the knife . " The movement of the voice on the word " ball " is a rising slide or inflection ; that upon " no " and " knife " is ...
Side 35
... answer cheèr , and bear the cheer abòut . Hurrah ! hurrah ! for the fiery fort is òurs . " Victory ! victory ! victory ! " Is the shout . Shout ! for the fiery fort is òurs , and the fièld And the day are ours ! TH VII . PITCH , OR ...
... answer cheèr , and bear the cheer abòut . Hurrah ! hurrah ! for the fiery fort is òurs . " Victory ! victory ! victory ! " Is the shout . Shout ! for the fiery fort is òurs , and the fièld And the day are ours ! TH VII . PITCH , OR ...
Side 38
... answers the wail of the forest . III . Low Pitch . 1. " Of old hast Thou laid the foundation of the earth ; and the heavens are the work of Thy hands . They shall pérish , but Thou shalt endùre ; yea , àll of them shall wax old like a ...
... answers the wail of the forest . III . Low Pitch . 1. " Of old hast Thou laid the foundation of the earth ; and the heavens are the work of Thy hands . They shall pérish , but Thou shalt endùre ; yea , àll of them shall wax old like a ...
Side 44
... answering back . 2. A DRUM . The double , double , double beat Of the thundering drum Cries , Hark ! the fòes come : Charge , charge ! ' t is too late to retreat . 3. WAR AND PEACE . The brazen throat of war had ceased to roar , All now ...
... answering back . 2. A DRUM . The double , double , double beat Of the thundering drum Cries , Hark ! the fòes come : Charge , charge ! ' t is too late to retreat . 3. WAR AND PEACE . The brazen throat of war had ceased to roar , All now ...
Side 51
... irreligious slùmber , while I alone wake to praise God ! ' ' Son of my soul , ' he answered , ' it is better to sleep than to wake to re- mark the faults of thy brethren . ' " IV . Didactic . 1. Generally speaking , an author's STYLE . 51.
... irreligious slùmber , while I alone wake to praise God ! ' ' Son of my soul , ' he answered , ' it is better to sleep than to wake to re- mark the faults of thy brethren . ' " IV . Didactic . 1. Generally speaking , an author's STYLE . 51.
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Side 57 - Shylock, we would have moneys : ' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys is your suit. What should I say to you ? Should I not say ' Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats...
Side 91 - Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.
Side 114 - I WIND about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling...
Side 360 - 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.
Side 360 - The armaments which thunder-strike 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 343 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Side 377 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach...
Side 344 - The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Side 255 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Side 49 - The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, And the former called the latter 'Little Prig; Bun replied, 'You are doubtless very big; But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together, To make up a year And a sphere. And I think it no disgrace To occupy my place. If I'm not so large as you, You are not so small as I, And not half so spry. I'll not deny you make A very pretty squirrel track; Talents differ; all is well and wisely put; If I cannot carry forests on my back, Neither can you...