Swinton's Fifth Reader and SpeakerAmerican Book Company, 1883 - 479 pages |
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... once a Fifth Reader and a school Speaker , — two thirds of the matter being included under the former head , and one third under the latter . The prose and poetic selections in the Speaker section comprise many of the finest gems of ...
... once a Fifth Reader and a school Speaker , — two thirds of the matter being included under the former head , and one third under the latter . The prose and poetic selections in the Speaker section comprise many of the finest gems of ...
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... once more ' . Can the dôve live with the hawk ? Charge , Chester , charge ' ! On ' , Stanley , on ' ! They will give us pêace , —yes , such pêace as the wolf gives to the lâmb ! V. QUALITY . Quality of voice is the kind of tones ...
... once more ' . Can the dôve live with the hawk ? Charge , Chester , charge ' ! On ' , Stanley , on ' ! They will give us pêace , —yes , such pêace as the wolf gives to the lâmb ! V. QUALITY . Quality of voice is the kind of tones ...
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... . I had a brother once - a g - r - a - cious boy . A lad both b - r - a - ve and g - 00 - d . H - ai - l , h - o - l - y light ! His sentence was | death ! A day , an hour , | of virtuous liberty OUTLINES OF ELOCUTION 27 27.
... . I had a brother once - a g - r - a - cious boy . A lad both b - r - a - ve and g - 00 - d . H - ai - l , h - o - l - y light ! His sentence was | death ! A day , an hour , | of virtuous liberty OUTLINES OF ELOCUTION 27 27.
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... once has heard The cry for help , the tongue that all men speak When want or woe or fear is in the throat , So that each word gasped out is like a shriek Pressed from the sore heart , or a strange , wild note Sung by some fay or fiend ...
... once has heard The cry for help , the tongue that all men speak When want or woe or fear is in the throat , So that each word gasped out is like a shriek Pressed from the sore heart , or a strange , wild note Sung by some fay or fiend ...
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... once the property of an old Span- ish grandee . Now they drew up a golden cup , fit for · the King of Spain to drink his wine out of . Now their rakes or fishing lines were loaded with masses of silver bullion . There were also precious ...
... once the property of an old Span- ish grandee . Now they drew up a golden cup , fit for · the King of Spain to drink his wine out of . Now their rakes or fishing lines were loaded with masses of silver bullion . There were also precious ...
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Page 422 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here.
Page 420 - 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.
Page 401 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave,— alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Page 399 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 414 - 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.
Page 439 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 317 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 368 - The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! " It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace; but there is no...
Page 418 - 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.
Page 400 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering with white lips — "The foe ! They come ! They come...