The National Fifth Reader: Containing a Complete and Practical Treatise on Elocution ...: With Biographical Sketches, and Copious Notes: Adapted to the Use of Students in Literature, Book 5A.S. Barnes & Company, 1871 - 581 pages |
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... arm , art . It is produced by prolonging and slightly softening å . 4 ' E Third . The third element rep- resented by e , is e as heard in end , pro- longed , and modified or softened by r . ó or o , as in on , frost . 22 NATIONAL FIFTH ...
... arm , art . It is produced by prolonging and slightly softening å . 4 ' E Third . The third element rep- resented by e , is e as heard in end , pro- longed , and modified or softened by r . ó or o , as in on , frost . 22 NATIONAL FIFTH ...
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... Arm it with ragz , à pigmi strâ wil pērs it . 13. Nou set thů téth ånd strěch thů nostril wid . 14. He wöcht ånd wept , he felt ånd pråd får ål . 15. Hiz iz , åmidst thů mists , mêzêrd ån åzer ski . 16. Thů fèbl , fritnd frèmån fèbli ...
... Arm it with ragz , à pigmi strâ wil pērs it . 13. Nou set thů téth ånd strěch thů nostril wid . 14. He wöcht ånd wept , he felt ånd pråd får ål . 15. Hiz iz , åmidst thů mists , mêzêrd ån åzer ski . 16. Thů fèbl , fritnd frèmån fèbli ...
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... arms ! TO ARMS ! TO ARMS ! 12. None but the brave , none but the BRAVE , none but the BRAVE deserve the fair . 13. A day , an HOUR , of virtuous liberty , is worth a whole ETERNITY in bondage . 14. It is my living sentiment , and , by ...
... arms ! TO ARMS ! TO ARMS ! 12. None but the brave , none but the BRAVE , none but the BRAVE deserve the fair . 13. A day , an HOUR , of virtuous liberty , is worth a whole ETERNITY in bondage . 14. It is my living sentiment , and , by ...
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... arms ? Do I FEAR thy gloomy form , dismal spirit of Loda ? WEAK is thy shield of clouds ; FEEBLE is that meteor , thy sword . 23. What STRONGER breastplate than a heart untainted ! THRICE is he armed that hath his quarrel JUST ; and he ...
... arms ? Do I FEAR thy gloomy form , dismal spirit of Loda ? WEAK is thy shield of clouds ; FEEBLE is that meteor , thy sword . 23. What STRONGER breastplate than a heart untainted ! THRICE is he armed that hath his quarrel JUST ; and he ...
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... arms and the dis- grace of our policy I almost bless the convulsion in which he had his origin . If the heavens thundered - and the earth rocked yet when the storm passed how pure was the climate that it cleared how bright in the brow ...
... arms and the dis- grace of our policy I almost bless the convulsion in which he had his origin . If the heavens thundered - and the earth rocked yet when the storm passed how pure was the climate that it cleared how bright in the brow ...
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Page 493 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Page 58 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake...
Page 545 - All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone— They are neither man nor woman, They are neither brute nor human, They are Ghouls...
Page 186 - Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train, To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art...
Page 206 - Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. That is, some books are to be read only in parts; others to be read, but not curiously; and some few to be read wholly, and with diligence and attention.
Page 447 - The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amidst the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Page 249 - And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him : he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not : his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away...
Page 185 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault ; The village all declared how much he knew — Twas certain he could write, and cipher too ; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage. And e'en the story ran that he could gauge.
Page 390 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard.
Page 183 - His house was known to all the vagrant train. He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain ; The long-remembered beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast.