The Graded-school First-fifth Reader, Book 5Van Antwerp, Bragg & Company, 1875 - Readers |
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... young Loch- invar . 4. Bēgone ! you vile ' , insolent dog ' , or I'll come down and give you a warming that shall serve you right` . READING VERSE . Poetic Pauses . The final pause is a slight pause at the end of each line , even when ...
... young Loch- invar . 4. Bēgone ! you vile ' , insolent dog ' , or I'll come down and give you a warming that shall serve you right` . READING VERSE . Poetic Pauses . The final pause is a slight pause at the end of each line , even when ...
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... darling was borne one day- Somebody's darling , so young and so brave , Wearing yet on his pale , sweet face , Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave SOMEBODY'S DARLING . 55 Song of the Shirt The Jester Condemned PAGE.
... darling was borne one day- Somebody's darling , so young and so brave , Wearing yet on his pale , sweet face , Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave SOMEBODY'S DARLING . 55 Song of the Shirt The Jester Condemned PAGE.
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... young brow , Pale are the lips of delicate mould— Somebody's darling is dying now . Back from his beautiful , blue - veined brow , Brush all the wandering waves of gold , Cross his hands on his bosom now , Somebody's darling is still ...
... young brow , Pale are the lips of delicate mould— Somebody's darling is dying now . Back from his beautiful , blue - veined brow , Brush all the wandering waves of gold , Cross his hands on his bosom now , Somebody's darling is still ...
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... young and fearless , and as I peered into the unbroken forest that reared itself on the borders of the stream , I laughed with very joyousness . My wild hurra rang through the silent woods , and I stood listening to the echo that ...
... young and fearless , and as I peered into the unbroken forest that reared itself on the borders of the stream , I laughed with very joyousness . My wild hurra rang through the silent woods , and I stood listening to the echo that ...
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... young slips , have all grown vain upon a sudden , and mean to contemplate their own fair images till morning . The poplars yonder rustle , that their quivering leaves may see themselves upon the ground . Not so the oak ; trembling does ...
... young slips , have all grown vain upon a sudden , and mean to contemplate their own fair images till morning . The poplars yonder rustle , that their quivering leaves may see themselves upon the ground . Not so the oak ; trembling does ...
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Common terms and phrases
Acres ănd arms asked Barton beautiful beneath blow Bob-o'-link bobolink brave breath cæsura called camels Caudle chee clang Cornelius Harnett cried dark dear death deep donkey dying earth EXAMPLES EXERCISES IN EMPHASIS eyes face falling inflection father fear feel flowers give glow gusset hand Hast thou hath head hear heard heart heaven hold in fee honor Jaffar labor land light little rascal live look Lord Mecklenburg district midnight oil morning mother never night o'er P. J. Bailey parson passed pause poor pretty rain replied rich Ring river round sand secret silent simoom Sir Luc Sir Lucius smiling Somebody's soon soul sound Spink squire stood subvocal sweet tell tence thee There's things thought Tiffany toil trees turned voice wave wild Wilson Flagg wind words Work-work-work Yoho young Zounds
Popular passages
Page 135 - THOUGH I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
Page 278 - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
Page 109 - THEN the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said, WHO is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge? Gird up now thy loins like a man ; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me.
Page 98 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ! Thy stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. Forever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us ? JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Page 310 - Laertes' head.'] And these few precepts in thy memory. Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportioned thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment • Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.
Page 309 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits, and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms; And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school: And then, the lover; Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...
Page 312 - All murder'd; for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
Page 176 - 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 109 - Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding. Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it? Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner-stone thereof: When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?
Page 315 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..