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 Schools |
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... turn , though it stands , and drops its masters , as it drops its leaves . You see , my son , this wide and large firmament over our heads , where the sun and moon , and all the stars appear in their turns . If you were to be carried to ...
... turn , though it stands , and drops its masters , as it drops its leaves . You see , my son , this wide and large firmament over our heads , where the sun and moon , and all the stars appear in their turns . If you were to be carried to ...
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... turns a summer fly , Here spun his shroud , and laid him up to die His winter death : -upon the bed of state , The bat shrill shrieking , woo'd his flickering mate : To empty rooms the curious came no more , From empty cellar , turn'd ...
... turns a summer fly , Here spun his shroud , and laid him up to die His winter death : -upon the bed of state , The bat shrill shrieking , woo'd his flickering mate : To empty rooms the curious came no more , From empty cellar , turn'd ...
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... turn our eyes , myriads of happy beings crowd upon our view . " The insect youth are on the wing . " Swarms of new - born flies , are trying their pinions in the air . Their sportive motions , their gratuitous activity , their continual ...
... turn our eyes , myriads of happy beings crowd upon our view . " The insect youth are on the wing . " Swarms of new - born flies , are trying their pinions in the air . Their sportive motions , their gratuitous activity , their continual ...
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... 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 turn to our friends , we can hardly speak to them before Lesson 13. ] 39 FIRST CLASS BOOK . GREENWOOD.
... 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 turn to our friends , we can hardly speak to them before Lesson 13. ] 39 FIRST CLASS BOOK . GREENWOOD.
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... turning to our contemporaries and kindred . We know that the forms , which are breathing around us , are as shortlived and fleeting as those were , which have been dust for centuries . The sensation of vanity , uncertainty , and ruin ...
... turning to our contemporaries and kindred . We know that the forms , which are breathing around us , are as shortlived and fleeting as those were , which have been dust for centuries . The sensation of vanity , uncertainty , and ruin ...
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Page 256 - Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, 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.
Page 255 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Page 252 - Whither, 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 452 - ... 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,
Page 455 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Page 469 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 353 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Page 456 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Page 374 - And he divided unto them his living. And not many days after the younger son gathered all together and took his journey into a far country, and there wasted his substance with riotous living and when he had spent all, there arose a mighty famine in that land; and he began to be in want. And he went and joined himself to a citizen of that country; and he sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would . . . fain have filled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat; and no man gave unto...
Page 352 - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill; Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn...