The Reader and Speaker: Containing Lessons for Rhetorical Reading and DeclamationFrench & Adlard, 1836 - 215 sider |
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Side 4
... young minds , so many and so strong attractions . And for the same reason , a few highly interesting prose pieces have been admitted which cannot be considered rhetorical . The fact , that so many of the selections are short , must be ...
... young minds , so many and so strong attractions . And for the same reason , a few highly interesting prose pieces have been admitted which cannot be considered rhetorical . The fact , that so many of the selections are short , must be ...
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... near ; Thou wouldst open the doors to the ruffians of night ; Thy eyes o'er the plunder now rove with delight , And on me with sly treachery leer ! " ד ! With a shriek - on the floor the young gipsy READER AND SPEAKER .
... near ; Thou wouldst open the doors to the ruffians of night ; Thy eyes o'er the plunder now rove with delight , And on me with sly treachery leer ! " ד ! With a shriek - on the floor the young gipsy READER AND SPEAKER .
Side 10
... young gipsy - girl fell ; " Help , " cried Susan , " your child to uprear ! Your long stolen child ! —she remembers you well , And the terrors and joys in her bosom which swell , Are too mighty for nature to bear ! " OPINION RELATIVE TO ...
... young gipsy - girl fell ; " Help , " cried Susan , " your child to uprear ! Your long stolen child ! —she remembers you well , And the terrors and joys in her bosom which swell , Are too mighty for nature to bear ! " OPINION RELATIVE TO ...
Side 19
... young Johnny ( who , wicked and bad , No pitiful thoughts for dumb animals had ) Descried the poor fellow's retreat , He crept to the shavings and set them alight , And before the poor mouse could run off in his fright , It was scalded ...
... young Johnny ( who , wicked and bad , No pitiful thoughts for dumb animals had ) Descried the poor fellow's retreat , He crept to the shavings and set them alight , And before the poor mouse could run off in his fright , It was scalded ...
Side 33
... young Tom , at that lazy old snail , He's almost an hour crawling over a pale , Enough all one's patience to worry ; Now , if I were he , I would gallop away , Half over the world - twenty miles in a day , And turn business off in a ...
... young Tom , at that lazy old snail , He's almost an hour crawling over a pale , Enough all one's patience to worry ; Now , if I were he , I would gallop away , Half over the world - twenty miles in a day , And turn business off in a ...
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Altorf animals arms aunt Miffin beauty bible bird bosom breath bright Carolina child Clara Clara's heart clouds cold coral creeper plants cup and ball Dan Jones dark dead dear death deep earth father fear feel fire flowers Flustras gone grave hand happy feet hath head heard heart heaven Helen honour hour John Harris kiss land light live lone look Lord Cornwallis Lord Rawdon loungers morning mother mountains mule never night o'er ocean passed peace poor portmanteaus pray pride RED SQUIRREL rock rolled round scene shining shore Silk-Worm sister sleep smile snow soldier soon South Carolina spirit stars Stew stone storm sweet Tarpeian rock tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand tree Vespasian voice walked waves wind wing young youth
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Side 166 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated : Who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since, upon night so sweet, such awful morn could rise. And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron,...
Side 114 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Side 91 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Side 165 - 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!
Side 76 - Two of us in the churchyard lie, My sister and my brother; And, in the churchyard cottage, I Dwell near them with my mother.
Side 77 - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Side 14 - There with its waving blade of green, The sea-flag streams through the silent water, And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen To blush, like a banner bathed in slaughter : There with a light and easy motion, The fan-coral sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea...
Side 152 - And, Sir, where American liberty raised its first voice and where its youth was nurtured and sustained, there it still lives in the strength of its manhood and full of its original spirit.
Side 171 - They fought— like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain: They conquered— but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose. Like flowers at set of sun.
Side 116 - The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket. The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well. That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield.