The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed for the Highest Class in Public and Private SchoolsThomas Cowperthwait & Company, 1845 - 484 páginas |
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... Hills .. 44. The Spirit of Beauty . 45. The Frost .. 46. A Winter Morning . 47. Curiosity . 48. The Nile ... 49. Description of Niagara . 50. The Fall of Switzerland . DAWES . 137 .H . F. GOULD . 138 ANDREWS NORTON . 139 .CHARLES ...
... Hills .. 44. The Spirit of Beauty . 45. The Frost .. 46. A Winter Morning . 47. Curiosity . 48. The Nile ... 49. Description of Niagara . 50. The Fall of Switzerland . DAWES . 137 .H . F. GOULD . 138 ANDREWS NORTON . 139 .CHARLES ...
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... hills , are before ust through opening vistas ; and we breathe amidst the fresh and varied labors of man . There is ... hill that skirts the down , Where a green grassy turf is all I crave , With here and there a violet bestrown , Fast ...
... hills , are before ust through opening vistas ; and we breathe amidst the fresh and varied labors of man . There is ... hill that skirts the down , Where a green grassy turf is all I crave , With here and there a violet bestrown , Fast ...
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... hills , Rock - ribbed , and ancient as the sun ; the vales , Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods ; rivers that move In majesty ; and the complaining brooks , That make the meadows green ; and , poured round all ...
... hills , Rock - ribbed , and ancient as the sun ; the vales , Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods ; rivers that move In majesty ; and the complaining brooks , That make the meadows green ; and , poured round all ...
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... hill ; Where the clear stream steals on Upon its silent path , as it were sad To find each downward - gazing flower has gone , That made it once so glad . I number it in , days , ― Since last I roamed through this secluded dell ...
... hill ; Where the clear stream steals on Upon its silent path , as it were sad To find each downward - gazing flower has gone , That made it once so glad . I number it in , days , ― Since last I roamed through this secluded dell ...
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... depths are glowing , bright , and fair , And the far skies seem hollowed there , Soft trembling , as they felt the thrill Of music echoed from the hill . The living soul of beauty fills The air with glorious DISTRICT SCHOOL READER . 57.
... depths are glowing , bright , and fair , And the far skies seem hollowed there , Soft trembling , as they felt the thrill Of music echoed from the hill . The living soul of beauty fills The air with glorious DISTRICT SCHOOL READER . 57.
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Página 260 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Página 170 - Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Página 121 - T is something, in the dearth of fame, Though link'd among a fetter'd race, To feel at least a patriot's shame, Even as I sing, suffuse my face; For what is left the poet here? For Greeks a blush — for Greece a tear. Must we but weep o'er days more blest? Must we but blush ? — Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae!
Página 158 - Motionless torrents, silent cataracts, Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Página 448 - What constitutes a state ? Not high-raised battlement or labored mound, Thick wall or moated gate ; Not cities proud, with spires and turrets crowned ; Not bays and broad-armed ports, Where, laughing at the storm, rich navies ride ; Not starred and spangled courts, Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No: MEN, high-minded MEN...
Página 168 - Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation ? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth ; to know the worst, and to provide for it.