The Standard Fourth Reader, Part 2J.L. Shorey, 1874 |
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... young of our day a literary standard , we should offer them one lower than that their fathers looked up to . Indeed , our best teachers of elocution gen- erally prefer , for drilling exercises , those they are already acquainted with ...
... young of our day a literary standard , we should offer them one lower than that their fathers looked up to . Indeed , our best teachers of elocution gen- erally prefer , for drilling exercises , those they are already acquainted with ...
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... young have the privilege , at the impressi- ble period of their lives , of being made familiar with the best , whether old or new , since , in the words of Webster , " truth in taste is allied with truth in morality . " In this volume ...
... young have the privilege , at the impressi- ble period of their lives , of being made familiar with the best , whether old or new , since , in the words of Webster , " truth in taste is allied with truth in morality . " In this volume ...
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... Young's Night Thoughts , 112. Wolsey to Cromwell , 113. Speech of Van Artevelde , • SIR WALTER SCOTT , O. W. HOLMES , FELICIA HEMANS , • 237 · • 243 251 252 · . · · WM . WORDSWORTH , • · 253 116. Onward , 117. Whatever is Right ...
... Young's Night Thoughts , 112. Wolsey to Cromwell , 113. Speech of Van Artevelde , • SIR WALTER SCOTT , O. W. HOLMES , FELICIA HEMANS , • 237 · • 243 251 252 · . · · WM . WORDSWORTH , • · 253 116. Onward , 117. Whatever is Right ...
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... young , slough ( pronounced sluff ) , son , monk . ( long , as in mūte . One of the vices of American pronunciation is to pervert the y sound of long u into oo ; calling duke dook , dū'ty ou : 0 : - dooty , tune toon , XII MARKS AND ...
... young , slough ( pronounced sluff ) , son , monk . ( long , as in mūte . One of the vices of American pronunciation is to pervert the y sound of long u into oo ; calling duke dook , dū'ty ou : 0 : - dooty , tune toon , XII MARKS AND ...
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... young naval officer , when asked what period of a certain battle was the most dreadful , replied : " The few hushed moments when they sprinkled the deck with sand to drink the human blood as yet un shed . " II . A TALKING BIRD . - YIELD ...
... young naval officer , when asked what period of a certain battle was the most dreadful , replied : " The few hushed moments when they sprinkled the deck with sand to drink the human blood as yet un shed . " II . A TALKING BIRD . - YIELD ...
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Page 275 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 261 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honor, and have respect to mine honor, that you may believe : censure me in your -wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 151 - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
Page 128 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 182 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 264 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in, glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.
Page 311 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Page 261 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Page 327 - But that the dread of something after death — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveler returns — puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of?
Page 144 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, " Remember St. Bartholomew," was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, " No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.