First Steps with American and British AuthorsAmerican Book Company, 1899 - 422 pages A systematic study of the texts of standard English authors is generally held to constitute an important part of the regular course in most schools of higher grade. This book aims to supply a judicious and methodical instroduction to the standard English texts. |
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... tell you that you will find that most books worth reading once are worth reading twice ; and , what is most important of all , the masterpieces of literature are worth reading a thousand times . It is a great mistake to think that ...
... tell you that you will find that most books worth reading once are worth reading twice ; and , what is most important of all , the masterpieces of literature are worth reading a thousand times . It is a great mistake to think that ...
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... telling the story in easy , familiar words . Then , with the text of the piece before him , the pupil should translate it into simple prose , transposing and changing the original wording as he may be able . This may be made a class ...
... telling the story in easy , familiar words . Then , with the text of the piece before him , the pupil should translate it into simple prose , transposing and changing the original wording as he may be able . This may be made a class ...
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... tell , 55 But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell . " They hear no sound ; the swell is strong ; Though the wind hath fallen , they drift along , Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock : " O Christ ! it is the Inchcape Rock ...
... tell , 55 But I wish I could hear the Inchcape Bell . " They hear no sound ; the swell is strong ; Though the wind hath fallen , they drift along , Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock : " O Christ ! it is the Inchcape Rock ...
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... tell . " She answered , " Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea . " Two of us in the churchyard lie , - My sister and my brother , - And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother . " 20 ...
... tell . " She answered , " Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea . " Two of us in the churchyard lie , - My sister and my brother , - And in the churchyard cottage I Dwell near them with my mother . " 20 ...
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... tell , Sweet maid , how this may be . " Then did the little maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie , Beneath the churchyard tree . " " You run about , my little maid ; Your limbs they are alive ; If ...
... tell , Sweet maid , how this may be . " Then did the little maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the churchyard lie , Beneath the churchyard tree . " " You run about , my little maid ; Your limbs they are alive ; If ...
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Page 228 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 219 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 363 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Page 151 - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 369 - In the primal sympathy Which having been, must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ! In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 228 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 39 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place...
Page 226 - Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 187 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 367 - That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...