The American Common-school Reader and Speaker: Being a Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse, with Rules for Reading and Speaking |
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... thou , then , old bis To beard the lion in his den , The Douglas in his hall ? T 1 And hop'st thou hence unscathed to go ? No ! by St. Bride of Bothwell , no ! — Up , drawbridge , groom ! What ! warder , ho ! Let the portcullis fall ...
... thou , then , old bis To beard the lion in his den , The Douglas in his hall ? T 1 And hop'st thou hence unscathed to go ? No ! by St. Bride of Bothwell , no ! — Up , drawbridge , groom ! What ! warder , ho ! Let the portcullis fall ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... THOU , who did'st put to flight Primeval silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , shouted o'er the rising ball ; O Thou , whose word from solid darkness struck That 24 [ PART 1 . AMERICAN COMMON - SCHOOL.
... THOU , who did'st put to flight Primeval silence , when the morning stars , Exulting , shouted o'er the rising ball ; O Thou , whose word from solid darkness struck That 24 [ PART 1 . AMERICAN COMMON - SCHOOL.
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... Thou , whose word from solid darkness struck That spark , the sun , strike wisdom from my soul ! " " Moderate ' . " There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees . It argues , I think , a sweet ...
... Thou , whose word from solid darkness struck That spark , the sun , strike wisdom from my soul ! " " Moderate ' . " There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees . It argues , I think , a sweet ...
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... thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye , but considerest not the beam || that is in thine own eye ? " 9. " As it is the part of justice || never to do violence ; so it is the part of modesty | never to commit offence . " 10. " A ...
... thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye , but considerest not the beam || that is in thine own eye ? " 9. " As it is the part of justice || never to do violence ; so it is the part of modesty | never to commit offence . " 10. " A ...
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Page 39 - Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body ; And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood...
Page 16 - No sooner had the Almighty ceased, but all The multitude of angels, with a shout Loud as from numbers without number, sweet As from blest voices, uttering joy...
Page 75 - And now I stand, and am judged for the hope of the promise made of God unto our fathers; unto which promise our twelve tribes, instantly serving God day and night, hope to come; for which hope's sake, King Agrippa I am accused of the Jews.
Page 364 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest; there is no retreat but in submission and slavery. Our chains- are forged ; their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston; the war is inevitable, and let it come; I repeat it, sir, — let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace!
Page 76 - And I said, Who art thou, Lord? And he said, I am Jesus whom thou persecutest. But rise, and stand upon thy feet: for I have appeared unto thee for this purpose, to make thee a minister and a witness both of these things which thou hast seen, and of those things in the which I will appear unto thee...
Page 377 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts. I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him.
Page 363 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak — unable to cope with so formidable an adversary; but when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house ! Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction?
Page 69 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks ; So he that doth redeem her thence might wear Without corrival all her dignities : But out upon this half-faced fellowship ! Wor.
Page 377 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Page 197 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.