The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and RecitationT.P. & J.S. Fowle, 1823 - 480 pages |
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... Earth , - -a Mystery , " 189. Hamlet and Horatio , 191. Gil Blas and the Archbishop , 192. Alexander the Great and a Robber , 194. Soliloquy of Macbeth , 195. Malcolm , Macduff , and Rosse , Shakspeare . 418 Byron . 428 Shakspeare . 431 ...
... Earth , - -a Mystery , " 189. Hamlet and Horatio , 191. Gil Blas and the Archbishop , 192. Alexander the Great and a Robber , 194. Soliloquy of Macbeth , 195. Malcolm , Macduff , and Rosse , Shakspeare . 418 Byron . 428 Shakspeare . 431 ...
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... earth ; who was the God of Abraham , Isaac and Jacob , whom Job blessed and praised in the greatest afflictions ; who delivered the Israelites out of the hands of the Egyptians ; who was the protector of Joseph , Moses and Daniel ; who ...
... earth ; who was the God of Abraham , Isaac and Jacob , whom Job blessed and praised in the greatest afflictions ; who delivered the Israelites out of the hands of the Egyptians ; who was the protector of Joseph , Moses and Daniel ; who ...
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... locusts they have devoured the earth ; the war has fallen like a water - spout , and deluged the land with blood . 1 The smoke rises not through the trees , for the 22 [ Lesson 5 . THE AMERICAN The Contrast; or Peace and War,
... locusts they have devoured the earth ; the war has fallen like a water - spout , and deluged the land with blood . 1 The smoke rises not through the trees , for the 22 [ Lesson 5 . THE AMERICAN The Contrast; or Peace and War,
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... Earth , and Ocean , blazing all around ! The moon is up - the watch - tower dimly burns- And down the vale his sober step returns ; But pauses oft , as winding rocks convey The still sweet fall of Music far away ; And oft he lingers ...
... Earth , and Ocean , blazing all around ! The moon is up - the watch - tower dimly burns- And down the vale his sober step returns ; But pauses oft , as winding rocks convey The still sweet fall of Music far away ; And oft he lingers ...
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... earth on which he treads , the air in which he moves , the sea along the margin of which he walks , all teem with objects that keep his attention perpetually awake , ex- cite him to healthful activity , and charm him with an ever ...
... earth on which he treads , the air in which he moves , the sea along the margin of which he walks , all teem with objects that keep his attention perpetually awake , ex- cite him to healthful activity , and charm him with an ever ...
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Page 447 - 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. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse.
Page 26 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 433 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 447 - 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 282 - 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 444 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 254 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, 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 446 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears : I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Ca-sar.
Page 25 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils. As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest ; with such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Page 446 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him ; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it ; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.