The Standard Fourth Reader: With Spelling and Defining Lessons, Exercises in Declamation, Etc. Part two |
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... noble spirit . Bold and fearless , he was at the same time compassionate as a girl . Naturally sensitive , he could , by his force of will , call up daring and fortitude to conquer his timidity . 2. Unlucky as to accidents , he was ...
... noble spirit . Bold and fearless , he was at the same time compassionate as a girl . Naturally sensitive , he could , by his force of will , call up daring and fortitude to conquer his timidity . 2. Unlucky as to accidents , he was ...
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... , As , thinking of the mighty dead , The young from slothful couch shall start , And vow , with lifted hands outspread , Like them to act a noble part ! ། O ! who shall lightly say that Fame Is nothing 36 THE WORTH OF FAME . The Retort,
... , As , thinking of the mighty dead , The young from slothful couch shall start , And vow , with lifted hands outspread , Like them to act a noble part ! ། O ! who shall lightly say that Fame Is nothing 36 THE WORTH OF FAME . The Retort,
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... 7. " Liberty ? Ah ! that is for noble minds not for weak beings who enter into a covenant with guilt , and try to varnish cowardice and selfishness with the name of prudence ; - not for corrupt wretches who 38 LAST DAYS OF MADAME ROLAND .
... 7. " Liberty ? Ah ! that is for noble minds not for weak beings who enter into a covenant with guilt , and try to varnish cowardice and selfishness with the name of prudence ; - not for corrupt wretches who 38 LAST DAYS OF MADAME ROLAND .
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... noble blood that streams from the scaffold . 8. " O , no ! Liberty is the portion of a people who delight in humanity , who revere justice , despise flat- tery , and venerate truth . While you are not such a people , O ! my fellow ...
... noble blood that streams from the scaffold . 8. " O , no ! Liberty is the portion of a people who delight in humanity , who revere justice , despise flat- tery , and venerate truth . While you are not such a people , O ! my fellow ...
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... shall we be told , as a requital , that we are estranged from the noble country for whose salvation our life - blood was poured out ? 5 * SHIEL XVIII . - ICEBERGS . ARC'TIC , a . , REPLY TO LORD LYNDHURST . 53 The American Flag,
... shall we be told , as a requital , that we are estranged from the noble country for whose salvation our life - blood was poured out ? 5 * SHIEL XVIII . - ICEBERGS . ARC'TIC , a . , REPLY TO LORD LYNDHURST . 53 The American Flag,
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Page 281 - 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 331 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Page 155 - 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 280 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Page 132 - 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 267 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, 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 333 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 206 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 158 - A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
Page 333 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin ? Who would fardels bear, To groan and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of?