The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and RecitationT.P. & J.S. Fowle, 1823 - 480 עמודים |
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עמוד 20
... hills , Shall melt the veil away , and the young green appear . But , when old age has on your temples shed Her silver frost , there's no returning sun : Swift flies our summer , swift our autumn's fled , When youth and love and spring ...
... hills , Shall melt the veil away , and the young green appear . But , when old age has on your temples shed Her silver frost , there's no returning sun : Swift flies our summer , swift our autumn's fled , When youth and love and spring ...
עמוד 28
... hills his ravish'd eye to bound , Heaven , Earth , and Ocean , blazing all around ! The moon is up - the watch - tower dimly burns- And down the vale his sober step returns ; But pauses oft , as winding rocks convey The still sweet fall ...
... hills his ravish'd eye to bound , Heaven , Earth , and Ocean , blazing all around ! The moon is up - the watch - tower dimly burns- And down the vale his sober step returns ; But pauses oft , as winding rocks convey The still sweet fall ...
עמוד 64
... hills , as he ap- proached , were difficult of access , and about 200 feet high . Down these he hurried with impatience ; and seating him- self on some rocks under the centre of the falls , he enjoyed the sublime spectacle of this ...
... hills , as he ap- proached , were difficult of access , and about 200 feet high . Down these he hurried with impatience ; and seating him- self on some rocks under the centre of the falls , he enjoyed the sublime spectacle of this ...
עמוד 67
... hills , and towers , and wandering streams , High - gleaming from afar . Prime cheerer , Light ! Of all material beings first , and best ! Efflux divine ! Nature's resplendent robe ! Without whose vesting beauty all were wrapt In ...
... hills , and towers , and wandering streams , High - gleaming from afar . Prime cheerer , Light ! Of all material beings first , and best ! Efflux divine ! Nature's resplendent robe ! Without whose vesting beauty all were wrapt In ...
עמוד 99
... hills of my own country , that I love so dearly ! " A bustle , and the sound of wheels and horses ' feet , was now heard in the court - yard of the castle . - An officer ap- peared , and intimated that the high sheriff and his ...
... hills of my own country , that I love so dearly ! " A bustle , and the sound of wheels and horses ' feet , was now heard in the court - yard of the castle . - An officer ap- peared , and intimated that the high sheriff and his ...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
The American First Class Book, Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation ... <span dir=ltr>John Pierpont</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 1831 |
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
animal arms baneful band beauty beneath bless bosom breath bright Cadmus calm character clouds cold dark dead death deep delight dread Dryden Duellist earth eternity Eurystheus exis eyes faith fall fantastick father fear feel Fingal flowers friends gaze George Somers grave hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Herculaneum hills honour hope hour human irreligion labour LESSON light live look mind moon morning mortal Moss-side mother mountain mournful Mozambic Mozart mummies nature never night o'er objects Old Mortality Ossian passed peace pleasure Pompey's Pillar poor Pythias religion rocks round scene seemed Shakspeare silent sleep smile sorrow soul sound spirit stood stream sublime sweet tears tence tender terrour thee thing thought tion trees truth virtue voice Wallace's Cave wandering waves wild William Penn winds wisdom youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 447 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept. Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse.
עמוד 26 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school ; The watch-dog's voice, that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
עמוד 433 - 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...
עמוד 447 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
עמוד 282 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, — The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake. They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
עמוד 444 - tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas, it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius,
עמוד 254 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
עמוד 446 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears : I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Ca-sar.
עמוד 25 - All sadness but despair : now gentle gales, Fanning their odoriferous wings, dispense Native perfumes, and whisper whence they stole Those balmy spoils. As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest ; with such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
עמוד 446 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him ; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it ; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.