The Sixth ReaderCowperthwait & Company, 1872 - 408 pages |
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... in so great a degree . It teaches him the art of written and oral expression ; it furnishes him with models of style ; it gives him gems of thought and sentiment as they have crystallized in the most gifted minds ; it holds up.
... in so great a degree . It teaches him the art of written and oral expression ; it furnishes him with models of style ; it gives him gems of thought and sentiment as they have crystallized in the most gifted minds ; it holds up.
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... thought's a weapon stronger ; We'll wìn our battle by its aid ; - Wait a little longer . II . Articulation . Having made sure of a pleasant quality of voice , the pupil may next give his attention to cutting out his words with neat ...
... thought's a weapon stronger ; We'll wìn our battle by its aid ; - Wait a little longer . II . Articulation . Having made sure of a pleasant quality of voice , the pupil may next give his attention to cutting out his words with neat ...
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... thoughts too deep . 2. I see the head of the enemy's column rising over the height . Our only safety is in the screen of this hèdge . be silent ; and stoop as you rùn . For the boats ! Keep close tò it ; Forward ! 3. All silent they ...
... thoughts too deep . 2. I see the head of the enemy's column rising over the height . Our only safety is in the screen of this hèdge . be silent ; and stoop as you rùn . For the boats ! Keep close tò it ; Forward ! 3. All silent they ...
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... thought and emotion . There can be no expressive reading without such variation . The most musical voice becomes monotonous when continued in one unvarying pitch . Nothing but an appreciation of the sentiment can be a correct guide to ...
... thought and emotion . There can be no expressive reading without such variation . The most musical voice becomes monotonous when continued in one unvarying pitch . Nothing but an appreciation of the sentiment can be a correct guide to ...
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... thought their monody compels ! In the silence of the night How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a gròan . 2. ' Tis midnight's holy hour ...
... thought their monody compels ! In the silence of the night How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone ! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a gròan . 2. ' Tis midnight's holy hour ...
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Acadian arms beauty beneath bird black crows blood blow blue born brave breath brother Catiline Charles the Bold child clouds cried Crowfield Cusha dark dead death deep earth England eyes father feel fire flowers France gates give glory gold golden hand Harvard College hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honor Hyder Ali KARST land light live Lochinvar look Lord loud Medford town morning mountain Nature Neph never night o'er ocean Paul Revere Pleiades poet poor pray retina rise rocks round sail Scrooge ship shore shout silent sing smile soul sound speak spirit stand stars stone stood stream sweet sword T. B. ALDRICH tears tell thee thing thou thought thunder tone Trinity College turned utter village maid voice watch waves wind word young
Popular passages
Page 250 - Then they rode back, but not, Not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them...
Page 98 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume, And the bridemaidens whispered, " 'Twere better, by far, To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Page 253 - All this? ay, more: Fret till your proud heart break; Go, show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble.
Page 98 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide — And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine : There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 111 - I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow.
Page 358 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Page 341 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Page 342 - The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim, When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Page 176 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory, Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 381 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.