The Standard Fifth Reader, Volume 2J.L. Shorey, 1871 |
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... night , when deep sleep falleth upon men , fear came upon me and trembling , which made all my bones to shake . " § 33. Emphasis . By emphasis is meant that stronger and fuller sound of voice , by which , in reading or speaking , we ...
... night , when deep sleep falleth upon men , fear came upon me and trembling , which made all my bones to shake . " § 33. Emphasis . By emphasis is meant that stronger and fuller sound of voice , by which , in reading or speaking , we ...
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... night ; And , for the day , confined to fast in fires` , Till the foul crimes , done in my days of nature , Are burned and purged away . But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison - house , 36 SARGENT'S NEW FIFTH READER ...
... night ; And , for the day , confined to fast in fires` , Till the foul crimes , done in my days of nature , Are burned and purged away . But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison - house , 36 SARGENT'S NEW FIFTH READER ...
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... night : It this same were a churchyard where we stand , And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs ; - - - Or if that thou couldst see me . . . without eyes , Hear me ... without thine ears , and make reply Without a tongue , using ...
... night : It this same were a churchyard where we stand , And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs ; - - - Or if that thou couldst see me . . . without eyes , Hear me ... without thine ears , and make reply Without a tongue , using ...
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... night , Wide wilderness and mountain , rock and sea , Peopled with busy transitory groups , Finds room to rise , and never feels the crowd ! If when the shows had left the dreamers ' eyes They should float upward visibly to mine , How ...
... night , Wide wilderness and mountain , rock and sea , Peopled with busy transitory groups , Finds room to rise , and never feels the crowd ! If when the shows had left the dreamers ' eyes They should float upward visibly to mine , How ...
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... night , Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica ! Look , how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patens of bright gold : There's not the smallest orb , which thou behold'st , But in his motion like an angel sings ...
... night , Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica ! Look , how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patens of bright gold : There's not the smallest orb , which thou behold'st , But in his motion like an angel sings ...
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Page 449 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Page 89 - The basis of our political systems is the right of the people to make and to alter their constitutions of government. But the constitution which at any time exists till changed by an explicit and authentic act of the whole people is sacredly obligatory upon all. The very idea of the power and the right of the people to establish government presupposes the duty of every individual to obey the established government.
Page 67 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 141 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched 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 honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Page 401 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Page 42 - We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor ; this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Page 331 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Page 193 - Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Page 357 - 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: Yet simple Nature to his hope has given.
Page 417 - 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, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.