Independent Fifth Reader: Containing a Practical Treatise on Elocution, Illustrated with Diagrams, Select and Classified Readings and Recitations, with Copious Notes, and Complete Supplementary Index |
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Common terms and phrases
å hundred åbout åbove åfter âir ålōne animal ȧway band of horses beâr beautiful befōre bird bless Bob-o'-link born Boy George boys breast bright BRYAN WALLER PROCTER called cälm câre chee child color cried Danger Island dark death died earth ěvèry eyes face fâir father fear feel feet flowers fōrth gråss green hälf hand head hear heard heart heaven hill hōme horse instinet John Randall kite land låst läughed leaves light lived lizard looked Mary Bell måster mōre mother never night påssed påst pause Pelatiah poor retûrn round SEA-CAVES shōre shout smile socks song spider Spink spring star SUBTONICS sweet tears thee thêre thing thou tide tion tree tûrn tûrned Uberto uppe věry voice wild wind wings words Yět young
Popular passages
Page 259 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight; a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing, a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all! and yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Page 46 - THE CURFEW tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Page 261 - So through the night rode Paul Revere ; And so through the night went his cry of alarm To every Middlesex village and farm, — A cry of defiance and not of fear, A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, And a word that shall echo forevermore...
Page 280 - On which their neighbours lay such stress, To their fathers and mothers having risen Out of some subterraneous prison Into which they were trepanned Long time ago in a mighty band Out of Hamelin town in Brunswick land, But how or why, they don't understand.
Page 283 - He was perfumed like a milliner; And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took't away again ; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff...
Page 325 - OUR fathers' God! from out whose hand The centuries fall like grains of sand, We meet to-day, united, free, And loyal to our land and Thee, To thank Thee for the era .done, And trust Thee for the opening one.
Page 278 - And horses were born with eagles' wings; And just as I became assured My lame foot would be speedily cured, The music stopped and I stood still, And found myself outside the hill, Left alone against my will, To go now limping as before, And never hear of that country more!
Page 300 - There's one with ringlets of sunny gold, And eyes the reflection of Heaven's own blue; He crossed in the twilight gray and cold, And the pale mist hid him from mortal view; We saw not the angels who met him there, The gates of the city we could not see; Over the river, over the river, My brother stands waiting to welcome me.
Page 274 - To Rat-land home his commentary: Which was: "At the first shrill notes of the pipe, I heard a sound as of scraping tripe, And putting apples, wondrous ripe, Into a cider press's gripe; And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards, And a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards, And a drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks, And a breaking the hoops of butter-casks: And it seemed as if a voice (Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery Is breathed) called out, 'Oh, rats, rejoice!
Page 287 - Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts ; Dash him to pieces ! Cas. I denied you not. Bru. You did. Cas. I did not : he was but a fool that brought My answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart: A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.