Swinton's Fifth Reader and Speaker

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American Book Company, 1883 - Readers - 479 pages
 

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Contents

The Stranger on the Sill T B Read
263
My First Geological Excursion Geikie
265
The Round of Life Chamberss Journal
270
The Football Match H C Adams
272
The Mean Side of Napoleons Char acter Emerson
278
Golden Thoughts
281
The Winds Kingsley
283
The Bells of Shandon Mahony
288
The Quicksand Hugo
290
My Oratorical Experience Hawthorne
294
A Discourse of Flowers lieecher
297
About Electricity Buckley
304
PROSE SELECTIONS 70 Shakespeare on Good Elocution Hamlet
315
Washingtons Sword and Franklins Staff J Q Adams
317
Patriotism Curtis
320
Veterans of the Battle of Bunker Hill Webster
321
A Picture of Dawn Everett
324
Story of John Maynard Gough
327
Address of Sf roeant Buzfuz Dickens
329
The Crossio of the Rueicon Knowles
333
Supposed Speech of John Adame Webster
335
Pitt in Reply t Horatio Walpole
339
kity Macaulay
342
The Spirit of Libhrtv x the American Colonies Burke
343
Character of Loud Chatham Grattan
347
Ossians Address to the SCn Macplierson
349
Soliloquy of a Young Lady Taylor
350
Spartacus to the Gladiators Kellogg 352?
352
The Loss of the Arctic Beecher
356
True Eloquence Webster
360
Mrs Caudles Views on Masonry jerrold
361
Speech against the American War Chatham
363
An Appeal to Arms Part 1 Henry
365
An Appeal to Arms Part II
368
Christian Citizenship W Phillips
369
Washington C Phillips
371
Emmets Last Speech Part I
373
Emmets Last Speech Part II
376
The Blind Preacher Wirt
378
Liberty and Union Webster
381
Americas Obligations to England Barri
382
i
425
The Graves of a HptJSEHoVB
432

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Page 422 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane— as I do here.
Page 420 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals ; The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war ; These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 401 - 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.
Page 399 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which, but an hour ago, Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 414 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow ; — vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore : Nameless here for evermore.
Page 439 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 317 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 368 - The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable, and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! " It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, peace; but there is no...
Page 418 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Page 400 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering with white lips — "The foe ! They come ! They come...

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