Bancroft's Fifth ReaderBancroft, 1883 - 352 pages |
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Page 76
... o'er the glen their level way ; Each purple peak , each flinty spire , Was bathed in floods of living fire . But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravine below , Where twined the path , in shadow hid , Round many a rocky ...
... o'er the glen their level way ; Each purple peak , each flinty spire , Was bathed in floods of living fire . But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravine below , Where twined the path , in shadow hid , Round many a rocky ...
Page 100
... o'er the untimely dead ? Who writhe in throes of mortal pain ? 9. Some , famine - struck , shall think how long The cold , dark hours , how slow the light ; And some , who flaunt amid the throng , Shall hide in dens of shame to - night ...
... o'er the untimely dead ? Who writhe in throes of mortal pain ? 9. Some , famine - struck , shall think how long The cold , dark hours , how slow the light ; And some , who flaunt amid the throng , Shall hide in dens of shame to - night ...
Page 114
... o'er his wounds , or , tales of sorrow done , Shouldered his crutch , and showed how fields were won . Pleased with his guests , the good man learned to glow , And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their ...
... o'er his wounds , or , tales of sorrow done , Shouldered his crutch , and showed how fields were won . Pleased with his guests , the good man learned to glow , And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their ...
Page 119
... o'er the vale- Bless me ! this is pleasant , Riding on the rail ! 2. Men of different stations In the eye of fame Here are very quickly Coming to the same ; High and lowly people , Birds of every feather , On a common level , Traveling ...
... o'er the vale- Bless me ! this is pleasant , Riding on the rail ! 2. Men of different stations In the eye of fame Here are very quickly Coming to the same ; High and lowly people , Birds of every feather , On a common level , Traveling ...
Page 121
... o'er the vale- Bless me ! this is pleasant , Riding on the rail ! JOHN G. SAXE . 47 . LIBERTY OF THE PRESS . Mark this piece for inflection , emphasis , and pauses . read , assign it to the boys of the class for a declamation . After it ...
... o'er the vale- Bless me ! this is pleasant , Riding on the rail ! JOHN G. SAXE . 47 . LIBERTY OF THE PRESS . Mark this piece for inflection , emphasis , and pauses . read , assign it to the boys of the class for a declamation . After it ...
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ALFRED TENNYSON Antony arms Barm Barmecide beautiful bells blood Brutus Cæsar called Cassius circumflex cloud dark dead death delight earth emphasis emphatic eyes falling inflection feet fire George Stephenson give glaciers hand head hear heart heaven honor horse hour hundred Ichabod invented Julius Cæsar let the class liberty light live Loch Katrine look mark Mark Antony mast means memory mountain never noble o'er piece poem poet poetry prose R. H. Hutton recitation Require pupils rhetorical pauses Ring rising inflection river round Rule sails Second Citizen Serapis Shac ship side sloop smile snow sound speak SPELLING.-WORDS OFTEN MISSPELLED SUBVOCALS sweet table of Solomon tell thee thing Third Citizen thou thought thousand tion valley VOCAL voice vowel WASHINGTON IRVING wild wild bells wind words WRITTEN SPELLING.-WORDS Yosemite Valley
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Page 270 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Page 317 - Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Misery all he had, a tear, He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Page 300 - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers ; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? And sell the mighty space of our large honors, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus?
Page 284 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Page 187 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 229 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track, And one eye's black intelligence — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance; And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her; "We'll remember at Aix...
Page 249 - THE DESERTED VILLAGE. SWEET Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed: Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene! How often have I paused on every charm...
Page 295 - Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing, ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 106 - While the Union lasts we have high, exciting, gratifying prospects spread out before us, for us and our children. Beyond that I seek not to penetrate the veil. God grant that in my day, at least, that curtain may not rise. God grant that, on my vision, never may be opened what lies behind.
Page 266 - O Lord my God, thou art very great ; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain : Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters : who maketh the clouds his chariot ; who walketh upon the wings of the wind...