North American First Class Reader: The Sixth Book of Tower's Series for Common SchoolsSanborn, Carter, Bazin & Company, 1853 - 426 pages |
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... look at words jumbled into sentences by some anonymous versifier , or by some poetaster of no fancy , of little learning , less taste , and almost no feeling , why not at once introduce him to the best specimens of English literature ...
... look at words jumbled into sentences by some anonymous versifier , or by some poetaster of no fancy , of little learning , less taste , and almost no feeling , why not at once introduce him to the best specimens of English literature ...
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... look shaking France by the hand , or why she should shake her own hand , or what possible motive she can have for weltering in her storm - what avenging crime may be - what its spirits may be why they should burst from their bonds what ...
... look shaking France by the hand , or why she should shake her own hand , or what possible motive she can have for weltering in her storm - what avenging crime may be - what its spirits may be why they should burst from their bonds what ...
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... look on with painful anxiety , expecting every moment to see him ingulfed in a morass . " How sleep the brave , who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blessed ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their ...
... look on with painful anxiety , expecting every moment to see him ingulfed in a morass . " How sleep the brave , who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blessed ! When Spring , with dewy fingers cold , Returns to deck their ...
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... Look to your hearths , my lords For there henceforth shall sit , for household gods , Shapes hot from Tartarus ! - all shames and crimes - Wan Treachery , with his thirsty dagger drawn ; Suspicion , poisoning his brother's cup ; Naked ...
... Look to your hearths , my lords For there henceforth shall sit , for household gods , Shapes hot from Tartarus ! - all shames and crimes - Wan Treachery , with his thirsty dagger drawn ; Suspicion , poisoning his brother's cup ; Naked ...
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... look upon the irons angerly . Thrust but these men away , and I'll forgive you , Whatever torment you do put me to . Hub . Go , stand within ; let me alone with him . 1 Attendant . I am best pleased to be from such a deed . [ Exeunt ...
... look upon the irons angerly . Thrust but these men away , and I'll forgive you , Whatever torment you do put me to . Hub . Go , stand within ; let me alone with him . 1 Attendant . I am best pleased to be from such a deed . [ Exeunt ...
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Page 267 - 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.
Page 268 - 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. 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, Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me.
Page 391 - IT must be so Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 127 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who mindful of the unhonored dead Dost in these lines their artless tale relate, If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate...
Page 144 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to Virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt, for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Page 142 - How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene! How often have I paused on every charm, The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topped the neighboring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made!
Page 393 - If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms: Never, never, never...
Page 400 - 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 233 - I an itching palm ? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last. Bru, The name of Cassius honours this corruption, And chastisement doth therefore hide his head. Cas. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice...
Page 321 - One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near ; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung ! " She is won ! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur ; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,