The National Reader: A Selection of Exercises in Reading and Speaking, Designed to Fill the Same Place in the Schools of the United States that is Held in Those of Great Britain ...Hilliard, Gray, Little and Wilkins, 1828 - 276 Seiten |
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... rise The mighty columns with which earth props heaven . There is a tale about these gray old rocks , A sad tradition of unhappy love And sorrows borne and ended , long ago , When , over these fair vales , the savage sought His game in ...
... rise The mighty columns with which earth props heaven . There is a tale about these gray old rocks , A sad tradition of unhappy love And sorrows borne and ended , long ago , When , over these fair vales , the savage sought His game in ...
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... rise above the plain . At first the eye mistakes them for hills ; but , when it catches the regularity of their breast - works and ditches , it discovers , at once , that they are the labours of art and of men . When the evidence of the ...
... rise above the plain . At first the eye mistakes them for hills ; but , when it catches the regularity of their breast - works and ditches , it discovers , at once , that they are the labours of art and of men . When the evidence of the ...
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... rise from these boundless and unpeopled plains . My imagination and my heart have been full of the past . The nothingness of the brief dream of human life has forced itself upon my mind . The unknown race , to which these bones belonged ...
... rise from these boundless and unpeopled plains . My imagination and my heart have been full of the past . The nothingness of the brief dream of human life has forced itself upon my mind . The unknown race , to which these bones belonged ...
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... rise , a woodbine , o'er my urn , With verdant tendrils round it twined . How would the gentle bosom beat , That sighs at death's resistless power , A faithful friend again to meet Fresh blooming in a fragrant flower ! The love , that ...
... rise , a woodbine , o'er my urn , With verdant tendrils round it twined . How would the gentle bosom beat , That sighs at death's resistless power , A faithful friend again to meet Fresh blooming in a fragrant flower ! The love , that ...
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... rise in the morning of youth , full of vigour , and full of expectation ; we set forward with spirit and hope , with gayety and with diligence , and travel on a while in the straight road of piety , towards the mansions of rest . In a ...
... rise in the morning of youth , full of vigour , and full of expectation ; we set forward with spirit and hope , with gayety and with diligence , and travel on a while in the straight road of piety , towards the mansions of rest . In a ...
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Seite 142 - Naaman was wroth, and went away, and said, Behold, I thought, He will surely come out to me, and stand, and call on the name of the LORD his God, and strike his hand over the place, and recover the leper.
Seite 24 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth. Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Seite 21 - OH THAT I were as in months past, as in the days when God preserved me; When his candle shined upon my head, and when by his light I walked through darkness...
Seite 142 - So he turned and went away in a rage. 13 And his servants came near, and spake unto him, and said, My father, if the prophet had bid thee do some great thing, wouldest thou not have done it? how much rather then when he saith to thee, Wash and be clean?
Seite 143 - And he returned to the man of God, he and all his company, and came, and stood before him: and he said, Behold, now I know that there is no God in all the earth, but in Israel: now therefore, I pray thee, take a blessing of thy servant.
Seite 67 - He then led me to the highest pinnacle of the rock, and placing me on the top of it, Cast thy eyes eastward, said he, and tell me what thou seest. I see, said I, a huge valley, and a prodigious tide of water rolling through it.
Seite 142 - And it came to pass, when the king of Israel had read the letter, that he rent his clothes, and said, Am I God, to kill and to make alive, that this man doth send unto me to recover a man of his leprosy ? Wherefore consider, I pray you, and see how he seeketh a quarrel against me.
Seite 67 - I see a bridge, said I, standing in the midst of the tide. The bridge thou seest, said he, is human life, consider it attentively. Upon a more leisurely survey of it, I found that it consisted of threescore and ten entire arches, with several broken arches, which, added to those that were entire, made up the number about an hundred.
Seite 232 - 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.
Seite 193 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little hell reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him...