The illustrated public school speaker and reader based on grammatical analysis: a selection of pieces, by A.K. Isbister1870 - Oratory - 382 pages |
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... thee . Ex . 8. Lingua - gutturals ( g , h , j , k , ng , wh , y ) . Formed by the application of the back part of the tongue to the palate . gay , got , gun , guide , gregarious , giggle , dig , egg , vague , hay , hew , home , health ...
... thee . Ex . 8. Lingua - gutturals ( g , h , j , k , ng , wh , y ) . Formed by the application of the back part of the tongue to the palate . gay , got , gun , guide , gregarious , giggle , dig , egg , vague , hay , hew , home , health ...
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... thee . He suffered , but his pangs are o'er ; Enjoyed , but his delights are fled ; Had friends , his friends are now no more ; And foes , his foes are dead . He saw whatever thou hast seen ; Encountered all that troubles thee : He was ...
... thee . He suffered , but his pangs are o'er ; Enjoyed , but his delights are fled ; Had friends , his friends are now no more ; And foes , his foes are dead . He saw whatever thou hast seen ; Encountered all that troubles thee : He was ...
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... thee to the scum of earth . For scarce níne suns have wàk'd the hours , To swell the fruit and paint the flów'rs , Since I thy húmbler life survéy'd , In base and sordid guise array'd : A hídeous insect , víle , uncléan , You dragg'd a ...
... thee to the scum of earth . For scarce níne suns have wàk'd the hours , To swell the fruit and paint the flów'rs , Since I thy húmbler life survéy'd , In base and sordid guise array'd : A hídeous insect , víle , uncléan , You dragg'd a ...
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... thee more , Thy king and lord ? Back to thy punishment , False fugitive , and to thy speed add wings , Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue Thy ling'ring , or with one stroke of this dart Strange horror seize thee , and pangs unfelt ...
... thee more , Thy king and lord ? Back to thy punishment , False fugitive , and to thy speed add wings , Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue Thy ling'ring , or with one stroke of this dart Strange horror seize thee , and pangs unfelt ...
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... thee more , Thy king and lord ? " Back to thy punishment , False fugitive , and to thy speed add wings , Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue Ex . 40 . Thy ling'ring , or with one stroke of this dart Strange horror seize thee , and ...
... thee more , Thy king and lord ? " Back to thy punishment , False fugitive , and to thy speed add wings , Lest with a whip of scorpions I pursue Ex . 40 . Thy ling'ring , or with one stroke of this dart Strange horror seize thee , and ...
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Page 191 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Page 55 - What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Page 159 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in...
Page 156 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 159 - 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 valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
Page 72 - Hear the tolling of the bells — Iron bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels) In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright, At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan.
Page 217 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Page 250 - I could weep My spirit from mine eyes ! There is my dagger, And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold ; If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart ; Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Page 179 - THE isles of Greece, the isles of Greece, Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Page 53 - Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest.