The Franklin Sixth Reader and Speaker: Consisting of Extracts in Prose and Verse, with Biographical and Critical Notices of the AuthorsTaintor Brothers, Merrill, & Company, 1878 - Počet stran: 444 |
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Strana 15
... head Like the brass cannon . Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide ; Hold hard the breath , and bend up every spirit To his full height ! On , on , you noble English ! · Cry— " Heaven for Harry ! England ! and Saint George ...
... head Like the brass cannon . Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide ; Hold hard the breath , and bend up every spirit To his full height ! On , on , you noble English ! · Cry— " Heaven for Harry ! England ! and Saint George ...
Strana 20
... heads , as strong and large , are more prolonged than some of those which we have designated as weak and little . Contrast the time of the o in ho with the time of the o in hot ; the a in hall with the a in hat ; the a in large with the ...
... heads , as strong and large , are more prolonged than some of those which we have designated as weak and little . Contrast the time of the o in ho with the time of the o in hot ; the a in hall with the a in hat ; the a in large with the ...
Strana 42
... heads against their mothers , And that cannot stop their tears . The young lambs are bleating in the meadows , The young birds are chirping in the nest , The young fawns are playing with the shadows , The young flowers are blowing ...
... heads against their mothers , And that cannot stop their tears . The young lambs are bleating in the meadows , The young birds are chirping in the nest , The young fawns are playing with the shadows , The young flowers are blowing ...
Strana 48
... timid child , I hear thy awful voice ! Alarmed , afraid , I see the flashes of thy lightning wild , And in the very grave would hide my head ! DMITRIEV . SOLEMNITY is usually of slight or moderate force , slow 48 THE SIXTH READER .
... timid child , I hear thy awful voice ! Alarmed , afraid , I see the flashes of thy lightning wild , And in the very grave would hide my head ! DMITRIEV . SOLEMNITY is usually of slight or moderate force , slow 48 THE SIXTH READER .
Strana 50
... head ! O , horrible ! O , horrible ! Most horrible ! SHAKESPEARE . REMORSE , when great , is usually of loud convulsive force , but sometimes suppressed ; quick movement , with irregular in- tervals ; high pitch , sometimes moderate or ...
... head ! O , horrible ! O , horrible ! Most horrible ! SHAKESPEARE . REMORSE , when great , is usually of loud convulsive force , but sometimes suppressed ; quick movement , with irregular in- tervals ; high pitch , sometimes moderate or ...
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Strana 46 - Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the Gate: "To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late. And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers, And the temples of his Gods.
Strana 22 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river; For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Strana 106 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near...
Strana 191 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Strana 211 - Chasing the red-coats down the lane, Then crossing the fields to emerge again Under the trees at the turn of the road, And only pausing to fire and load. So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore...
Strana 341 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Strana 300 - 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.
Strana 299 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Strana 178 - Sink or swim, live or die, survive or perish, I give my hand, and my heart, to this vote.
Strana 15 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger ; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favored rage.