Sanders' Union Fourth Reader: Embracing a Full Exposition of the Principles of Rhetorical Reading, with Numerous Exercises for Practice, Both in Prose and Poetry, Various in Style, and Carefully Adapted to the Purposes of Teaching in Schools of Every GradeEmbracing the full exposition of the principles of rhetorical reading, with numerous exercises for practice, both in prose and poetry, various in style, and carefully adapted to the purpose of teaching in schools of every grade. |
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... close the wall up with our English dead ! { In peace , there's nothing so becomes a man , As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears , Then imitate the action of the tiger ; Stiffen the sinews ...
... close the wall up with our English dead ! { In peace , there's nothing so becomes a man , As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears , Then imitate the action of the tiger ; Stiffen the sinews ...
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... close . Then , approaching a circle of native dwellings , in the midst of which was a tent , they saw a man of lofty form , with a coronet of feathers upon his brow , and sur- rounded by warriors . The guide saluted him as his NUMBER ...
... close . Then , approaching a circle of native dwellings , in the midst of which was a tent , they saw a man of lofty form , with a coronet of feathers upon his brow , and sur- rounded by warriors . The guide saluted him as his NUMBER ...
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... done before I went to bed , and I must go without it . But I could not . I stole into the room , and placing my lips close to hers , whispered : Mother 58 SANDERS ' UNION SERIES . MY MOTHER'S LAST KISS Mrs E Oakes Smith, BENEDICT ARNOLD.
... done before I went to bed , and I must go without it . But I could not . I stole into the room , and placing my lips close to hers , whispered : Mother 58 SANDERS ' UNION SERIES . MY MOTHER'S LAST KISS Mrs E Oakes Smith, BENEDICT ARNOLD.
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... close to hers , whispered : Mother , dear mother , won't you kiss me ? " 4. Her lips were very cold , and when she put her hand upon my cheek , and laid my head on her bosom , I felt a cold shuddering pass all through me . My father ...
... close to hers , whispered : Mother , dear mother , won't you kiss me ? " 4. Her lips were very cold , and when she put her hand upon my cheek , and laid my head on her bosom , I felt a cold shuddering pass all through me . My father ...
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... close ; oppressively hot . BOAT SWAIN , one who has charge of a ship's boats , rigging , & c . TARS , sailors . MOOR ' ED , anchored . BUOY $ , floats . [ ing ships . AN ' CHOR , iron instrument for hold- STAR ' BOARD , right side of a ...
... close ; oppressively hot . BOAT SWAIN , one who has charge of a ship's boats , rigging , & c . TARS , sailors . MOOR ' ED , anchored . BUOY $ , floats . [ ing ships . AN ' CHOR , iron instrument for hold- STAR ' BOARD , right side of a ...
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Page 26 - Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went forth at his feet. He stood, and measured the earth: he beheld, and drove asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: his ways are everlasting.
Page 41 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 32 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!
Page 379 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate...
Page 148 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in Summer, Where they hid themselves in Winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them " Hiawatha's Chickens." Of all beasts he learned the language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How the beavers built their lodges, Where the squirrels hid their acorns, How the reindeer ran so swiftly, Why the rabbit was so timid, Talked with them whene'er he...
Page 43 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: " Strike till the last armed foe expires; Strike for your altars and your fires; Strike for the green graves of your sires...
Page 24 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 333 - Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her; All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.
Page 373 - To crimson glory and undying fame, But base, ignoble slaves — slaves to a horde Of petty tyrants, feudal despots, lords Rich in some dozen paltry villages, Strong in some hundred spearmen, only great In that strange spell a name.
Page 292 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.