The First-class Reader: A Selection for Exercises in Reading : from Standard British and American Authors, in Prose and Verse : for the Use of Schools in the United StatesRussell, Odiorne, and Metcalf, 1833 - 276 páginas |
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Página 37
... gaze over lakes and forests , and smoking towns , and wide lands to the very ocean , in all their gleaming and reposing beauty , knows nothing of the treasures of pictorial wealth which his own country pos- sesses . When we let loose ...
... gaze over lakes and forests , and smoking towns , and wide lands to the very ocean , in all their gleaming and reposing beauty , knows nothing of the treasures of pictorial wealth which his own country pos- sesses . When we let loose ...
Página 60
... gaze Into the lurid gulf , that mocked the space , The yawning space of the departing sky . The city was a desert . Men aghast Fled from their rocking habítations , out Into the fields , that gaped and swallowed them . The prisoner ...
... gaze Into the lurid gulf , that mocked the space , The yawning space of the departing sky . The city was a desert . Men aghast Fled from their rocking habítations , out Into the fields , that gaped and swallowed them . The prisoner ...
Página 61
... gaze . Thy pinions , to the rushing blast O'er the bursting billow spread , Where the vessel plunges , hurry past , Like an angel of the dead . Thou art perched aloft on the beetling crag , And the waves are white below , And on , with ...
... gaze . Thy pinions , to the rushing blast O'er the bursting billow spread , Where the vessel plunges , hurry past , Like an angel of the dead . Thou art perched aloft on the beetling crag , And the waves are white below , And on , with ...
Página 89
... gaze of day ; So still the scene , each wakeful sound Seems hallowed music breathing round . The night - winds to their mountain caves , The morning mists to heaven's blue steep , And to their ocean depths , the waves Are ' Tis tranquil ...
... gaze of day ; So still the scene , each wakeful sound Seems hallowed music breathing round . The night - winds to their mountain caves , The morning mists to heaven's blue steep , And to their ocean depths , the waves Are ' Tis tranquil ...
Página 104
... gaze , and dream , and breathe perchance the name That was the early music of my soul , - And seemed upon thy pictured disk to trace Remembered features of a radiant face . And manhood , though it bring A winter to my bosom , cannot ...
... gaze , and dream , and breathe perchance the name That was the early music of my soul , - And seemed upon thy pictured disk to trace Remembered features of a radiant face . And manhood , though it bring A winter to my bosom , cannot ...
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Termos e frases comuns
Acbar Alhambra Amphibia Anawon animals appeared Babylon beautiful behold beneath birds Boabdil bosom brave breast breath breeze bright brother brow called canoes cataract clouds dark dead death deep deer fly delight earth eternal father feeling feet flowers Flustras Forever charming Fred gaze give glorious glory golden morning break grave Greece green guerite hand happy hath heard heart heaven Herculaneum Hernando de Talavera holy honor hope hour human inaccessible pinnacles land LESSON light lives lofty look Lord mastiff mighty mind Morisco morning mother mountains mysterious nature never night o'er object ocean passed passions peace Persian pleasure river rock round scene seemed shore Sicily silent solemn soul sound spirit stood sublime sweet tears thee thing thou thought thousand toil trees truth virtue voice Wampanoags waters waves wild wind wonderful
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Página 48 - The quality of mercy is not strained; It droppeth, as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath ; it is twice blessed ; It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes...
Página 49 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Página 28 - Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?
Página 223 - I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air...
Página 40 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Página 97 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm ; So hallowed and so gracious is the time.
Página 156 - Take thy banner! May it wave Proudly o'er the good and brave; When the battle's distant wail Breaks the sabbath of our vale, When the clarion's music thrills To the hearts of these lone hills, When the spear in conflict shakes, And the strong lance shivering breaks. "Take thy banner! and, beneath The battle-cloud's encircling wreath, Guard it!
Página 24 - In rural occupation there is nothing mean and debasing. It leads a man forth among scenes of natural grandeur and beauty ; it leaves him to the workings of his own mind, operated upon by the purest and most elevating of external influences. Such a man may be simple and rough, but he cannot be vulgar.
Página 158 - To a poet nothing can be useless. Whatever is beautiful, and whatever is dreadful, must be familiar to his imagination: he must be conversant with all that is awfully vast or elegantly little.
Página 154 - Oh, few and weak their numbers were — A handful of brave men ; But to their God they gave their prayer, And rushed to battle then.