The American First Class Book: Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation : Selected Principally from Modern Authors of Great Britain and America, and Designed for the Use of the Highest Class, in Public and Private SchoolsCarter, Hendee & Company, 1835 - 480 pages |
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... waves upon the hearth - stone . The works of art , the forming hand , the tombs , the very ashes they contained , are all gone . While we thus walk among the ruins of the past , a sad feeling of insecurity comes over us ; and that ...
... waves upon the hearth - stone . The works of art , the forming hand , the tombs , the very ashes they contained , are all gone . While we thus walk among the ruins of the past , a sad feeling of insecurity comes over us ; and that ...
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... waves of an eternity have been rushing past it , but it has remained unshaken ; the waves of another eternity are rushing toward it , but it is fix- ed , and can never be disturbed . And blessed be God , who has assured us by 42 ...
... waves of an eternity have been rushing past it , but it has remained unshaken ; the waves of another eternity are rushing toward it , but it is fix- ed , and can never be disturbed . And blessed be God , who has assured us by 42 ...
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... waves , and catch the breeze , And dare the threatening storm , and trace a path ' Mid countless dangers , to the destined port Unerringly secure . O learn from him To station quick eyed Prudence at the helm , To guard thy sail from ...
... waves , and catch the breeze , And dare the threatening storm , and trace a path ' Mid countless dangers , to the destined port Unerringly secure . O learn from him To station quick eyed Prudence at the helm , To guard thy sail from ...
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... wave ; has brought the ends of the earth in communion ; has established an interchange of blessings , pouring into the steril regions of the north all the luxuries of the south ; diffused the light of knowledge and the charities of cul ...
... wave ; has brought the ends of the earth in communion ; has established an interchange of blessings , pouring into the steril regions of the north all the luxuries of the south ; diffused the light of knowledge and the charities of cul ...
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... waves . There was no trace by which the name of the ship could be ascertained . The wreck had evidently drifted about for many months ; clusters of shell - fish had fastened about it , and long sea - weeds flaunted at its sides . But ...
... waves . There was no trace by which the name of the ship could be ascertained . The wreck had evidently drifted about for many months ; clusters of shell - fish had fastened about it , and long sea - weeds flaunted at its sides . But ...
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Page 455 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 356 - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, 150 To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For so, to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise, Ay me...
Page 453 - Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all freemen?
Page 469 - It must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man. Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful, thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes...
Page 286 - The armaments which thunderstrike 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.
Page 202 - But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all ; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many.
Page 376 - And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger! I will arise and go to my father...
Page 355 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Page 257 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings, yet the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep: the dead reign there alone.
Page 474 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...