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 LiteratureA.S. Barnes & Company, 1871 - 581 pages |
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... LOOK ! In this place ran CASSIUS ' dag- ger through see what a rent the envious CASCA made . Through THIS , the well - beloved BRUTUS stabbed ; and , as he plucked his cursed steel away , mark how the blood of Cæsar followed it ! THIS ...
... LOOK ! In this place ran CASSIUS ' dag- ger through see what a rent the envious CASCA made . Through THIS , the well - beloved BRUTUS stabbed ; and , as he plucked his cursed steel away , mark how the blood of Cæsar followed it ! THIS ...
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... look glád , And gládness breathes from the blossoming ground ? 16. Can the great statesman , skilled in deep design , Protract but for a day precarious breath ? - Can the tuned follower of the sacred Nine Soothe , with his melody ...
... look glád , And gládness breathes from the blossoming ground ? 16. Can the great statesman , skilled in deep design , Protract but for a day precarious breath ? - Can the tuned follower of the sacred Nine Soothe , with his melody ...
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... look ! How high you lift your heads into the sky ! How huge you are ! how mighty and how free ! Ye are the things that tower , that shine , whose smile Makes glad , whose frown is ... look on Marathon , And Marathon looks MODULATION . 59.
... look ! How high you lift your heads into the sky ! How huge you are ! how mighty and how free ! Ye are the things that tower , that shine , whose smile Makes glad , whose frown is ... look on Marathon , And Marathon looks MODULATION . 59.
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... look on Marathon , And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone , I thought that Greece might still be free ; For , standing on the Persian's grave , I could not deem myself a slave . 4. Low PITCH is that which is ...
... look on Marathon , And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone , I thought that Greece might still be free ; For , standing on the Persian's grave , I could not deem myself a slave . 4. Low PITCH is that which is ...
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... looks ! I hate him , for that he is a Christian . If I but catch him once upon the hip , I will feed fat the ancient ... Look'st from thy sole dominion , like the God Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished ...
... looks ! I hate him , for that he is a Christian . If I but catch him once upon the hip , I will feed fat the ancient ... Look'st from thy sole dominion , like the God Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminished ...
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Page 491 - 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 543 - 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 445 - 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 247 - 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 388 - 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.