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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... hand ; and I , by giving myself up to thy indignation for him , have enraged thee : be content , and put me to death . Pyth . No , no , Dionysius ; remember that it was I alone who displeased thee : Damon could not Diony . Alas ! what ...
... hand ; and I , by giving myself up to thy indignation for him , have enraged thee : be content , and put me to death . Pyth . No , no , Dionysius ; remember that it was I alone who displeased thee : Damon could not Diony . Alas ! what ...
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... hand , the tombs , the very ashes they contained , are all gone . While we thus walk among the ruins of the past , a sad feeling of insecurity comes over us ; and that feeling is by no means diminished when we arrive at home . If we ...
... hand , the tombs , the very ashes they contained , are all gone . While we thus walk among the ruins of the past , a sad feeling of insecurity comes over us ; and that feeling is by no means diminished when we arrive at home . If we ...
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... hand over his eyes , he was carried along , hardly sensible it was day . The old servant . Thomas , who was sitting by his side , went on talking in a low , monotonous tone ; but Arthur only heard something sounding in his ears ...
... hand over his eyes , he was carried along , hardly sensible it was day . The old servant . Thomas , who was sitting by his side , went on talking in a low , monotonous tone ; but Arthur only heard something sounding in his ears ...
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... hand , and turned towards him , with a look that blessed him . It was the short struggle of a meek spirit She covered her eyes with her hand , and the tears trickled down between her pale , thin fingers . As soon as she became tranquil ...
... hand , and turned towards him , with a look that blessed him . It was the short struggle of a meek spirit She covered her eyes with her hand , and the tears trickled down between her pale , thin fingers . As soon as she became tranquil ...
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... hand . He saw that she was sensible he was watching her countenance , for every now and then she opened her dull eye , and looked towards him and endeavored to smile . The day wore slowly away . The sun went down , and the melancholy ...
... hand . He saw that she was sensible he was watching her countenance , for every now and then she opened her dull eye , and looked towards him and endeavored to smile . The day wore slowly away . The sun went down , and the melancholy ...
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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.