The American First-class Book, Or Exercises in Reading and Recitation: Selected Principally from Modern Authors of Great Britain and America, and Designed for the Use of the Highest Class in Public and Private SchoolsJ.B.Lippincott, 1855 |
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... fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds , And all that echoes to the song of even , All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields , And all the dread magnificence of Heaven , O , how canst thou renounce , and hope to be ...
... fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds , And all that echoes to the song of even , All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields , And all the dread magnificence of Heaven , O , how canst thou renounce , and hope to be ...
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... field and the wood ; And river , field , village and woodlands , grew bright , As conscious they gave and afforded delight . ' Twas the bow of Omnipotence , bent in His hand Whose grăsp at Creation the universe spanned ; ' Twas the ...
... field and the wood ; And river , field , village and woodlands , grew bright , As conscious they gave and afforded delight . ' Twas the bow of Omnipotence , bent in His hand Whose grăsp at Creation the universe spanned ; ' Twas the ...
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... field , And ask the humble daisy why it sleeps , Soon as the sun departs ; why close the eyes Of blossoms infinite , ere the still moon Her oriental veil puts off ? Think why , Nor let the sweetest blossom be exposed That nature boasts ...
... field , And ask the humble daisy why it sleeps , Soon as the sun departs ; why close the eyes Of blossoms infinite , ere the still moon Her oriental veil puts off ? Think why , Nor let the sweetest blossom be exposed That nature boasts ...
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... field the fearful hare Limps awkward ; while , along the forest glade , The wild deer trip , and often , turning , gaze At early passenger . Music awakes The native voice of undissembled joy ; And thick around the woodland hymns arise ...
... field the fearful hare Limps awkward ; while , along the forest glade , The wild deer trip , and often , turning , gaze At early passenger . Music awakes The native voice of undissembled joy ; And thick around the woodland hymns arise ...
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... field is thus opened to the benevolence of knowledge ; I need not tell you , that , in every department of learning , there is good to be done to mankind ; I need not remind you , that the age in which we live has given us the noblest ...
... field is thus opened to the benevolence of knowledge ; I need not tell you , that , in every department of learning , there is good to be done to mankind ; I need not remind you , that the age in which we live has given us the noblest ...
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Page 219 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 415 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their...
Page 217 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 172 - Thou art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Page 404 - Now o'er the one half world Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace. With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Page 424 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Page 403 - 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 479 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Page 38 - Of old hast THOU laid the foundation of the earth : And the heavens are the work of thy hands. They shall perish, but THOU shalt endure : Yea, all of them shall wax old like a garment ; As a vesture shalt THOU change them, and they shall be changed : But THOU art the same, And thy years shall have no end.
Page 472 - Presently my soul grew stronger: hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore ; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door — Darkness there and nothing more.