The Standard Fourth Reader: With Spelling and Defining Lessons, Exercises in Declamation, Etc. Part twoJ.L. Shorey, 1871 - 336ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... pass , basket , branch , glance , dance , clasp , cask , flask , last , mast , fast , grass . ( as in care , share . Marked by Walker like long ã , as in hāte ; but it is obviously a modification of this sound . ) Dare , pair , bear ...
... pass , basket , branch , glance , dance , clasp , cask , flask , last , mast , fast , grass . ( as in care , share . Marked by Walker like long ã , as in hāte ; but it is obviously a modification of this sound . ) Dare , pair , bear ...
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... pass , main'te - nance , dor'mant , re - luc'tant ; or the same sound of u to the final syllables en , ent , and ěnce , as in con - tentment , gen'tle - men , prov'i - dence , in'so - lent . In these syllables there should be a delicate ...
... pass , main'te - nance , dor'mant , re - luc'tant ; or the same sound of u to the final syllables en , ent , and ěnce , as in con - tentment , gen'tle - men , prov'i - dence , in'so - lent . In these syllables there should be a delicate ...
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... passes over us is the conflux of two eternities . It is made up of currents that come from the remotest past , and flow onward into the remotest future . 7. Reckoning the motion of the earth on its axis at seventeen miles a minute , it ...
... passes over us is the conflux of two eternities . It is made up of currents that come from the remotest past , and flow onward into the remotest future . 7. Reckoning the motion of the earth on its axis at seventeen miles a minute , it ...
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... pass , ye Nor dream that e'er that fortress was ! I saw its turrets in a blaze , Their crackling battlements all cleft , And the hot lead pour down like rain From off the scorched and blackening roof , Whose thickness was not vengeance ...
... pass , ye Nor dream that e'er that fortress was ! I saw its turrets in a blaze , Their crackling battlements all cleft , And the hot lead pour down like rain From off the scorched and blackening roof , Whose thickness was not vengeance ...
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... pass , celebrated in Grecian history for the stand made by Leoni- das , with three hundred Spartans , against the host of Xerxes . 1. SIR , it ill becomes the duty and dignity of Par- liament to lose itself in such a fulsome , adulatory ...
... pass , celebrated in Grecian history for the stand made by Leoni- das , with three hundred Spartans , against the host of Xerxes . 1. SIR , it ill becomes the duty and dignity of Par- liament to lose itself in such a fulsome , adulatory ...
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281 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
331 ÆäÀÌÁö - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
155 ÆäÀÌÁö - They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wit's end.
280 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
132 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
267 ÆäÀÌÁö - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
333 ÆäÀÌÁö - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
206 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
158 ÆäÀÌÁö - A land-breeze shook the shrouds, And she was overset; Down went the Royal George, With all her crew complete. Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; His last sea-fight is fought; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak ; She ran upon no rock.
333 ÆäÀÌÁö - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin ? Who would fardels bear, To groan and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of?