North American Second Class Reader: The Fifth Book of Tower's Series for Common Schools, Developing Principles of Elocution, Practically Illustrated by Elementary Exercises, with Reading Lessons in which References are Made to These Principles : Designed to Follow the "Fourth Reader" |
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... Lady Teazle , .... Sheridan . 110 The busy Idler and the fashionable Idler , .... 114 Quarrel between Sir Peter Teazle and Lady Teazle , ..Sheridan . 115 A Psalm of Life , .. ...... The Dutch Money - Digger , The Same , concluded ...
... Lady Teazle , .... Sheridan . 110 The busy Idler and the fashionable Idler , .... 114 Quarrel between Sir Peter Teazle and Lady Teazle , ..Sheridan . 115 A Psalm of Life , .. ...... The Dutch Money - Digger , The Same , concluded ...
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... I , in spite of your abuse , Am made for pleasure and for use I fasten the bouquet and sash , And help the ladies make a dash ; € 27 . y 117 , 118 g 114 , 115 . I go abroad and gayly roam , While you are SECOND CLASS READER . 107.
... I , in spite of your abuse , Am made for pleasure and for use I fasten the bouquet and sash , And help the ladies make a dash ; € 27 . y 117 , 118 g 114 , 115 . I go abroad and gayly roam , While you are SECOND CLASS READER . 107.
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... ladies ' clothes , Ere I retire to my repose ? Then who , forsooth , the glory wins ? Alas ! ' tis finery and pins . This is the world's unjust decree ; But what is this vain world to me ? I'd rather live with my own kin , Than dance ...
... ladies ' clothes , Ere I retire to my repose ? Then who , forsooth , the glory wins ? Alas ! ' tis finery and pins . This is the world's unjust decree ; But what is this vain world to me ? I'd rather live with my own kin , Than dance ...
Page 110
... Lady Teazle , Lady Teazle , I'll not bear it ! Lady Teazle . Sir Peter , Sir Peter , you may bear it or not , as you please ; but I ought to have my own way in every thing , and what's more , I will , too . What though I was edu- cated ...
... Lady Teazle , Lady Teazle , I'll not bear it ! Lady Teazle . Sir Peter , Sir Peter , you may bear it or not , as you please ; but I ought to have my own way in every thing , and what's more , I will , too . What though I was edu- cated ...
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... Lady T. No , no , I don't ; ' twas a very disagreeable one , or I should never have married you . Sir P. Yes , yes , madam ; you were then in somewhat a humbler style - the daughter of a plain country squire . Recollect , Lady Teazle ...
... Lady T. No , no , I don't ; ' twas a very disagreeable one , or I should never have married you . Sir P. Yes , yes , madam ; you were then in somewhat a humbler style - the daughter of a plain country squire . Recollect , Lady Teazle ...
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Page 149 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Page 73 - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school , The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, — These all in sweet confusion sought the shade And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
Page 289 - A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rushed, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
Page 189 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Page 185 - The way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy.
Page 279 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France ! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Page 289 - King is come to marshal us, in all his armor drest, And he has bound a snow-white plume upon his gallant crest. He looked upon his people, and a tear was in his eye; He looked upon the traitors, and his glance was stern and high. Right graciously he smiled on us, as rolled from wing to wing, Down all our line, a deafening shout, "God save our Lord the King!
Page 115 - Douglas' head. And first I tell thee, haughty peer, He, who does England's message here, Although the meanest in her State, May well, proud Angus, be thy mate. And, Douglas...
Page 95 - Speak gently ; it is better far To rule by love than fear ; Speak gently — let no harsh words mar The good we might do here.
Page 280 - Now, God be praised, the day is ours. Mayenne hath turned his rein. D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale ; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, " Remember St. Bartholomew," was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down, with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.