Common School Readings: Containing New Selections in Prose and Poetry for Declamation, Recitation, and Elocutionary Readings in Common SchoolsH.H. Bancroft, 1867 - 230 Seiten |
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... snow looking down upon such opulent plains ? Where else such a fellowship of temperate and tropic climates ? Where else such rainless summers , which turn drouths into harvests ? Where else gold in the rocks , and , bending over the ...
... snow looking down upon such opulent plains ? Where else such a fellowship of temperate and tropic climates ? Where else such rainless summers , which turn drouths into harvests ? Where else gold in the rocks , and , bending over the ...
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... snow , Roll mingled in peace through the valleys below . Our Union is river , lake , ocean , and sky , Man breaks not the medal when God cuts the die ! Though darkened with sulphur , though cloven with steel , The blue arch will ...
... snow , Roll mingled in peace through the valleys below . Our Union is river , lake , ocean , and sky , Man breaks not the medal when God cuts the die ! Though darkened with sulphur , though cloven with steel , The blue arch will ...
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... snow ! What cares he ? he cannot know ; Lay him low ! As man may , he fought his fight , Proved his truth by his endeavor ; Let him sleep in solemn right , Sleep forever and forever . Lay him low , lay him low , In the clover or the snow ...
... snow ! What cares he ? he cannot know ; Lay him low ! As man may , he fought his fight , Proved his truth by his endeavor ; Let him sleep in solemn right , Sleep forever and forever . Lay him low , lay him low , In the clover or the snow ...
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... snow ! What cares he ? he cannot know ; Lay him low ! ON THE WAR - BIGLOW PAPERS . - JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL YOU'RE in want o ' sunthin ' light an ' cute , Rattlin ' an ' shrewd an ' kin ' o ' jingleish , An ' wish , pervidin ' it ' ould ...
... snow ! What cares he ? he cannot know ; Lay him low ! ON THE WAR - BIGLOW PAPERS . - JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL YOU'RE in want o ' sunthin ' light an ' cute , Rattlin ' an ' shrewd an ' kin ' o ' jingleish , An ' wish , pervidin ' it ' ould ...
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... snow on field an ' hill , All silence an ' all glisten . Zekle crep ' up quite unbeknown And peeked in thru ' the winder , An ' there sot Huldy all alone , ' Ith no one nigh to hender . The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the ...
... snow on field an ' hill , All silence an ' all glisten . Zekle crep ' up quite unbeknown And peeked in thru ' the winder , An ' there sot Huldy all alone , ' Ith no one nigh to hender . The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Towards the ...
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American arms Babie Bell banner BARBARA FRIETCHIE Bardeen's battle battle of Hastings beat beautiful snow bells bless blood brave breath Caudle common school cousin Sally Dilliard dead dear DOUGLAS JERROLD duty dying earth elocution eyes fathers feeling fight fire flag forever Freedom glory glow hand hear heart heaven hill honor human John Burns Katie Katie Lee labor land Lay him low liberty light lips live look Martha Mason martial music MAUD MULLER mighty moral morning mountain nation never night Northend's o'er ocean Palmerston patriotic Paul Revere peace pray rat-tat-too rebel Ring roar rolling round shore slavery sleep Smike smile song soul Squeers stars stood sweet tell thee there's thet thou thousand thunder to-day toil Union voice waves WEBSTER Weller wild Worman's young
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Seite 90 - One-eighth of the whole population were colored slaves, not distributed generally over the Union but localized in the southern part of it. These slaves constituted a peculiar and powerful interest. All knew that this interest was somehow the cause of the war.
Seite 129 - Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Seite 90 - The progress of our arms, upon which all else chiefly depends, is as well known to the public as to myself, and it is, I trust, reasonably satisfactory and encouraging to all. With high hope for the future, no prediction in regard to it is ventured. On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago all thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil war. All dreaded it, all sought to avert it.
Seite 101 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set — but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death ! THE LOST PLEIAD.
Seite 191 - 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' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow, Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Seite 184 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave,— alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valor, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Seite 183 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Seite 29 - Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog! March on!" he said. All day long through Frederick street Sounded the tread of marching feet: All day long that free flag tost Over the heads of the rebel host.
Seite 105 - But he thought of his sisters proud and cold, And his mother vain of her rank and gold. So, closing his heart, the Judge rode on, And Maud was left in the field alone. But the lawyers smiled that afternoon, When he hummed in court an old love-tune; And the young girl mused beside the well, Till the rain on the unraked clover fell.
Seite 33 - But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember, what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.