Progressive Exercises in Rhetorical Reading: Particularly Designed to Familiarize the Younger Classes of Readers with the Pauses and Other Marks in General Use, and to Introduce Them to the Practice of Modulation and Inflection of the VoiceCrocker and Brewster, 1835 - 144 من الصفحات |
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... hear that story ? 41. How much did he give for his book ? 42. Whose hat is that in the entry ? 43. What did you see in the street ? 44. How high is the steeple of St. Paul's Church ? 45. Where does that man live ? 46. Which of those ...
... hear that story ? 41. How much did he give for his book ? 42. Whose hat is that in the entry ? 43. What did you see in the street ? 44. How high is the steeple of St. Paul's Church ? 45. Where does that man live ? 46. Which of those ...
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... hear- I love it well — the rain's con- tinuous sound ; small drops , but thick and fast they fell , down straight ... hears thy falling waters ' sound 32 PROGRESSIVE EXERCISES IN.
... hear- I love it well — the rain's con- tinuous sound ; small drops , but thick and fast they fell , down straight ... hears thy falling waters ' sound 32 PROGRESSIVE EXERCISES IN.
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... hears thy falling waters ' sound , and tremblingly flies forward- o'er his back he bends his stately horns the ... hear not - - the ― not a word was said their God had been thanked , and they - see not eyes are covered with thick ...
... hears thy falling waters ' sound , and tremblingly flies forward- o'er his back he bends his stately horns the ... hear not - - the ― not a word was said their God had been thanked , and they - see not eyes are covered with thick ...
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... hears a noise- he is all awake- again he hears a noise on tiptoe down the hill he softly creeps ' Tis Goody Blake ! She is at the hedge of Harry Gill . 292. Mr. Playfair was too indulgent , in truth , and fa- vorable to his friends ...
... hears a noise- he is all awake- again he hears a noise on tiptoe down the hill he softly creeps ' Tis Goody Blake ! She is at the hedge of Harry Gill . 292. Mr. Playfair was too indulgent , in truth , and fa- vorable to his friends ...
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... hear their voices no more , and that they will never look on us again — to see that turning to corrup- tion which was but just now alive , and eloquent , and beautiful , with all the sensations of the soul ? 330. He hears the ravens cry ...
... hear their voices no more , and that they will never look on us again — to see that turning to corrup- tion which was but just now alive , and eloquent , and beautiful , with all the sensations of the soul ? 330. He hears the ravens cry ...
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الصفحة 89 - And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger ! I will arise and go to my father, and will say unto him, Father, 1 have sinned against heaven, and before thee, and am no more worthy to be called thy son : make me as one of thy hired servants.
الصفحة 38 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up...
الصفحة 74 - And, as they departed, Jesus began to say unto the multitudes concerning John, What went ye out into the wilderness to see ? A reed shaken with the wind ? 8. But what went ye out for to see ? A man clothed in soft raiment ? Behold, they that wear soft clothing are in kings
الصفحة 119 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
الصفحة 124 - We have no slaves at home — then why abroad ? And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave That parts us, are emancipate and loosed. Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.
الصفحة 141 - Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown : He raised a mortal to the skies: She drew an angel down.
الصفحة 119 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?
الصفحة 69 - Heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound ! Nay, hear me, Hubert ! drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb. I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word ; Nor look upon the iron angerly : Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
الصفحة 141 - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
الصفحة 91 - Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven, If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you ; for ye are A beauty, and a mystery, and create G In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.