The Model Speaker: Consisting of Exercises in Prose and Poetry : for the Use of Schools, Academies, and CollegesEldredge & Bro., 1871 - 395 páginas |
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... Dream .. Evangeline ........................... . Evening Prayer at a Girls ' School ... Excelsior ...... Extract from Sermon on Death of . Abraham Lincoln . Extract from Thanatopsis ... Farm - Yard Song .... Field Lilies ...
... Dream .. Evangeline ........................... . Evening Prayer at a Girls ' School ... Excelsior ...... Extract from Sermon on Death of . Abraham Lincoln . Extract from Thanatopsis ... Farm - Yard Song .... Field Lilies ...
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... Dream ..... The Sailor's Funeral ... The Seminole's Reply .. The Seven Ages of Man ..... The Ship of State ..... The Sleeping Sentinel .. The Smack in School ... The Snow of Age ......... The Soldier's Dream ........ The Soldier's ...
... Dream ..... The Sailor's Funeral ... The Seminole's Reply .. The Seven Ages of Man ..... The Ship of State ..... The Sleeping Sentinel .. The Smack in School ... The Snow of Age ......... The Soldier's Dream ........ The Soldier's ...
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... dreaming of the hour When Greece , her knee in suppliance bent , Should tremble at his power ; In dreams , through camp and court he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams , his song of triumph heard ; Then wore his monarch's ...
... dreaming of the hour When Greece , her knee in suppliance bent , Should tremble at his power ; In dreams , through camp and court he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams , his song of triumph heard ; Then wore his monarch's ...
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... dream was his last ; He woke to hear his sentries shriek : " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek ! " He woke , to die ' midst flame and smoke , And shout , and groan , and sabre - stroke , And death - shots falling thick and ...
... dream was his last ; He woke to hear his sentries shriek : " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek ! " He woke , to die ' midst flame and smoke , And shout , and groan , and sabre - stroke , And death - shots falling thick and ...
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... dream , or fear , Of agony , are thine . and then But to the hero , when his sword Has won the battle for the free , Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word , And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be . Come ...
... dream , or fear , Of agony , are thine . and then But to the hero , when his sword Has won the battle for the free , Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word , And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be . Come ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angels arms battle beautiful beneath Bingen blessed blood bosom brave breast breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar Catiline cheek child cloud cold cried dare dark dead dear death deep dream dying earth eyes face falchion father fear forever friends gentlemen glory grave hand Hark hast hath head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre Hiawatha holy honor hope hour hurrah labor land Lars Porsena liberty light lips living look Lord mighty Minnehaha mother neath never Never forever Nevermore night o'er pale peace Pickwick praise pray prayer Quoth the raven Rhine roar round Shamus shore shout silent sleep smile snow sorrow soul spirit stand stars stood STUART HOLLAND sweet sword tears tell tempest thee There's thou thought thunder voice wave weep wild word young
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Página 22 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Página 44 - thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Página 152 - He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill: Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Página 310 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Página 311 - Let's dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee...
Página 41 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
Página 237 - When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child ; but when I became a man, I put away childish things: For now we see through a glass, darkly ; but then face to face : now I know in part ; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three ; but the greatest of these is charity.
Página 199 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe : censure me in your -wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Página 339 - ... read the same Bible and pray to the same God, and each invokes his aid against the other. It may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just God's assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men's faces, but let us judge not, that we be not judged. The prayers of both could not be answered.
Página 326 - Tarry a little ; there is something else. This bond doth give thee here no jot of blood ; The words expressly are ' a pound of flesh : ' Take then thy bond, take thou thy pound of flesh ; But, in the cutting it, if thou dost shed One drop of Christian blood, thy lands and goods Are, by the laws of Venice, confiscate Unto the state of Venice.