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Antony beautiful bells blood born Brutus Caesar called Cassius Caudle Chaleur Bay CHARLES DICKENS chirp circumflex cricket cried dark dead death delight DICTIONARY LEsson earth eyes feet fire flowers Fourth Citizen give glaciers Golden Ass Gradgrind hand hath head hear heart heaven honor horse hour inflection JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER JOHN MILTON JULIUS CAESAR kettle let the class liberty light live look Maenads mark Mark Antony mast means memorize MISSPELLED mountain Nervii never night noble o'er poem poet poetry prose pupils rebecs require rhetorical pauses Ring rising river rolled round Rule sail Saracen Second Citizen Serapis ship shore side smile snow sound speak spirit stars SUBVOCALS sweet tell thee thing Third Citizen thou thought tion umbrella valleys VOCAL voice vowel waves wild wind wrinkled ridges WRITTEN SPELLING.—WORDS
Page 270 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves
Page 300 - Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers ; shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes ? And sell the mighty space of our large honors, For so much trash, as may be grasped thus?
Page 284 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Page 187 - 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 229 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track, And one eye's black intelligence — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance; And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her; "We'll remember at Aix...
Page 249 - THE DESERTED VILLAGE. SWEET Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed: Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene! How often have I paused on every charm...
Page 295 - Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing, ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 106 - While the Union lasts we have high, exciting, gratifying prospects spread out before us, for us and our children. Beyond that I seek not to penetrate the veil. God grant that in my day, at least, that curtain may not rise. God grant that, on my vision, never may be opened what lies behind.
Page 266 - O Lord my God, thou art very great ; thou art clothed with honour and majesty. Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain : Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters : who maketh the clouds his chariot ; who walketh upon the wings of the wind...