Sanders' Union Fifth Reader: Embracing a Full Exposition of the Principles of Rhetorical Reading : with Numerous Exercises for Practice, Both in Prose and Poetry, from the Best Writers, and with Literary and Biographical Notes, for the Higher Classes in Schools, Academies, EtcIvison, Blakeman, Taylor & Company, 1872 - 480 strani |
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Druge izdaje - Prikaži vse
Pogosti izrazi in povedi
Advance battle bear beautiful Blessed born breath bright called carried close clouds coming dark dead death deep desire died earth face fall father fear feel feet field fire flowers follow give given glory gone grave hand happiness head hear heard heart Heaven honor hope hour human knowledge labor land learned leaves less LESSON light live look marked means memory mighty mind morning mountain nature never night o'er object once passed past present river rolling round seemed side sleep smile soon soul sound speak spirit stand stars sweet tell thee things thou thought thousand trees turned universe voice watch waves whole wild wind wonderful young
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Stran 443 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Stran 477 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood...
Stran 445 - That orbed maiden , with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn...
Stran 446 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air...
Stran 351 - O, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, » And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven...
Stran 35 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen...
Stran 325 - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Stran 444 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
Stran 474 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Stran 444 - As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains .below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.