The Fifth Progressive Reader, 5권P.O?Shea, 1878 |
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... mumbles , that is , leaves out some syllables in the long words , and never pro- nounces some of the short ones at all ; but hurries on without any regard whether he be heard distinctly or not PRINCIPLES OF ELOCUTION . 15.
... mumbles , that is , leaves out some syllables in the long words , and never pro- nounces some of the short ones at all ; but hurries on without any regard whether he be heard distinctly or not PRINCIPLES OF ELOCUTION . 15.
174 페이지
... the woodlands , Darkened by shadows of earth , but reflecting an image of heaven ? 3. Waste are those pleasant farms , and the farmers forever departed ! Scattered like dust and leaves , when the mighty blasts 174 THE FIFTH READER .
... the woodlands , Darkened by shadows of earth , but reflecting an image of heaven ? 3. Waste are those pleasant farms , and the farmers forever departed ! Scattered like dust and leaves , when the mighty blasts 174 THE FIFTH READER .
175 페이지
Pádraig Ó Seaghdha. Scattered like dust and leaves , when the mighty blasts of October Seize them , and whirl them aloft , and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean . Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand - Pré . 4 ...
Pádraig Ó Seaghdha. Scattered like dust and leaves , when the mighty blasts of October Seize them , and whirl them aloft , and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean . Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand - Pré . 4 ...
178 페이지
... leaves . Fair was she to behold , that maiden of seventeen sum- mers . Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside , Black , yet how softly they gleamed , beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was ...
... leaves . Fair was she to behold , that maiden of seventeen sum- mers . Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside , Black , yet how softly they gleamed , beneath the brown shade of her tresses ! Sweet was ...
203 페이지
... leaves alternately played on his snow - white Hair , as it waved in the wind ; and the jolly face of the fiddler Glowed like a living coal when the ashes are blown from the embers . Gayly the old man sang to the vibrant sound of the ...
... leaves alternately played on his snow - white Hair , as it waved in the wind ; and the jolly face of the fiddler Glowed like a living coal when the ashes are blown from the embers . Gayly the old man sang to the vibrant sound of the ...
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Acadian accent adoration altar arms Babylon Basil beauty behold breath Brodir cæsura called Catholic Celt Christ Christian Church crown death earth emphasis emphatical word Euphrates Evangeline EXAMPLES eyes face faith falling inflection Father forest Gabriel gaze gold Grand-Pré hand happy heard heart heaven Hernando de Soto Herodotus hight holy Hope hundred Indian Ireland island Jerusalem Jesuits king labor land light look lord loud maiden Medes Monk morning mountains natives nature night o'er palæstra pause person Peter the Hermit prayer priest pronounced pronunciation prose Rip Van Winkle rising inflection river rose round RULE Saxon seemed sense sentence shore silent smile sorrow soul sound Spaniards speak spirit stood stream sweet sword syllable tears thee THOMAS À BECKET thou thought throne tion tone trees Tumbez verse village voice walls wonder youth
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276 페이지 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew...
270 페이지 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out, to tire each other down...
107 페이지 - He now hurried forth, and hastened to his old resort, the village inn, but it too was gone. A large rickety wooden building stood in its place, with great gaping windows, some of them broken and mended with old hats and petticoats, and over the door was painted, " The Union Hotel, by Jonathan Doolittle." Instead of the great tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore, there now was reared a tall, naked pole, with something on the top that looked like a red night-cap, and from it...
110 페이지 - Rip looked and beheld a precise counterpart of himself as he went up the mountain, apparently as lazy and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name. "God knows," exclaimed he, at his wit's end; "I'm not myself.
275 페이지 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all: And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
276 페이지 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
269 페이지 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.
278 페이지 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place : The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
107 페이지 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was singularly metamorphosed.
274 페이지 - She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry fagot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.