The New Franklin Fifth Reader: With a New Elocutionary Treatise, Essentials of Reading, by Mark BaileyButler, Sheldon & Company, 1884 - 432 pages |
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... long enough to quantity , and to mark the rhyme , but no " And dark as winter — was Of Iser , rolling rapidly . " " All is finished ! and at leng Has come the bridal day Of beauty and of strength . ' * Ready to be The bride of the gray old.
... long enough to quantity , and to mark the rhyme , but no " And dark as winter — was Of Iser , rolling rapidly . " " All is finished ! and at leng Has come the bridal day Of beauty and of strength . ' * Ready to be The bride of the gray old.
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... dark or clear , Comes the faithful messenger ; Now it tells of loss and grief , Now of joy in sentence brief ; Now of safe or sunken ships , Now the murderer outstrips ; Now of war and fields of blood , Now of fire , and now of flood ...
... dark or clear , Comes the faithful messenger ; Now it tells of loss and grief , Now of joy in sentence brief ; Now of safe or sunken ships , Now the murderer outstrips ; Now of war and fields of blood , Now of fire , and now of flood ...
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... the mountain breeze to 8. Swoln was the stream , remote But Angus paused not on the Though the dark waves dance Though reeled his sympathetic He dashed a mid the torrent's His right hand high the crosslet bore , His left.
... the mountain breeze to 8. Swoln was the stream , remote But Angus paused not on the Though the dark waves dance Though reeled his sympathetic He dashed a mid the torrent's His right hand high the crosslet bore , His left.
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... dark lakes below ; Nor faster speeds it , nor so far , As o'er thy heaths the voice of war . From the gray sire , whose trembling hand Could hardly buckle on his brand , To the raw boy , whose shaft and bow Were yet scarce terror to the ...
... dark lakes below ; Nor faster speeds it , nor so far , As o'er thy heaths the voice of war . From the gray sire , whose trembling hand Could hardly buckle on his brand , To the raw boy , whose shaft and bow Were yet scarce terror to the ...
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... dark brown . braced , made tense ; strained . mo - rass ' , soft , wet bog . quest'ing , searching . roe / buck , a small , nimble deer with branched horns . scaur ( skawr ) , or skar ( skär ) , a bare and broken place on the side of a ...
... dark brown . braced , made tense ; strained . mo - rass ' , soft , wet bog . quest'ing , searching . roe / buck , a small , nimble deer with branched horns . scaur ( skawr ) , or skar ( skär ) , a bare and broken place on the side of a ...
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Popular passages
Page 405 - 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; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Page 333 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Page 355 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
Page 49 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 300 - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers ; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? And sell the mighty space of our large honors, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus?
Page 211 - Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love ? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir.
Page 403 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page 394 - Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
Page 213 - Peace, peace! — but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms ! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Page 176 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way...