The National PreceptorGoodwin, 1836 - 336 páginas |
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... rising inflection , which turns the voice , upwards , marked thus ( ) —the falling inflection , which turns the voice downwards , marked thus ( ) -the circumflex , which is a union of the falling and rising inflections , marked thus ...
... rising inflection , which turns the voice , upwards , marked thus ( ) —the falling inflection , which turns the voice downwards , marked thus ( ) -the circumflex , which is a union of the falling and rising inflections , marked thus ...
Página vi
... rising ; as , He did not say yours - but minè . He did not say younger - but older . He will not go to - day - but to - morrow . Study not for amusement — but for improvement . Rule 5. Commands , denunciation , reprehension , generally ...
... rising ; as , He did not say yours - but minè . He did not say younger - but older . He will not go to - day - but to - morrow . Study not for amusement — but for improvement . Rule 5. Commands , denunciation , reprehension , generally ...
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... rising a tone * each number , the same as sounding the eight notes in music , and he will easily discover that the degrees of pitch in speaking , are the same as those in singing . This scale of speaking tones , may seem difficult at ...
... rising a tone * each number , the same as sounding the eight notes in music , and he will easily discover that the degrees of pitch in speaking , are the same as those in singing . This scale of speaking tones , may seem difficult at ...
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... rising the earth seems too small ; just when I lift a leg , thou liftest another , as if thou wouldst step over ten acres ... rise higher , and thou wilt become smaller as the youth boasts less , the older he grows . 11. " Thus I compare ...
... rising the earth seems too small ; just when I lift a leg , thou liftest another , as if thou wouldst step over ten acres ... rise higher , and thou wilt become smaller as the youth boasts less , the older he grows . 11. " Thus I compare ...
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... rise , but his strength was gone . The vital tide was ebbing fast ; even the caresses of his master could not prolong his life for a few moments . 13. He stretched out his tongue to lick the hand that was now fondling him in the agonies ...
... rise , but his strength was gone . The vital tide was ebbing fast ; even the caresses of his master could not prolong his life for a few moments . 13. He stretched out his tongue to lick the hand that was now fondling him in the agonies ...
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Página 168 - Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death? 12. Perhaps, in this neglected spot, is laid Some heart, once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre : 13. But Knowledge to their eyes her ample
Página 305 - Twas on a summer's evening in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii* Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through See what a rent the envious Casca made Through this the well beloved Brutus stabb'd; And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Cesar follow'd it!
Página 197 - 1. Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our Hero was buried. 2. -We buried him darkly ; at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moon-beams
Página 195 - 7. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave Munich,! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry ! 8. Few, few shall part where many meet! The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet, Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. -"■
Página 295 - 3. For within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court: and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit,—
Página 312 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean,—roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin—his control Stops with the shore;—upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,
Página 292 - which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon, until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained—we must fight!—I repeat it, sir, we must fight! ! An appeal to arms and to the God of Hosts is all that is left us! 9. Three millions of people armed in the holy cause of
Página 302 - Brutus and Cesar !—What should be in that Cesar ? Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together; yours is as fair a name: Sound them ; it doth become the mouth as well: Weigh them ; it is as heavy: conjure with 'em; Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cesar.
Página 302 - He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake ; 'tis true; this god did shake; His coward lips did from their color fly; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose its lustre; I did hear him groan,
Página 313 - And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him shivering, in thy playful spray, And howling to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, Then dashest him again to