The Progressive Third Reader: For Public and Private Schools : Containing the Elementary Principles of Elocution ... |
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... leave teachers to give the necessary instruction orally and by example . And some teachers , it may be , require no study of those rules , even when they are furnished . But would they do so with regard to text- books on Arithmetic , or ...
... leave teachers to give the necessary instruction orally and by example . And some teachers , it may be , require no study of those rules , even when they are furnished . But would they do so with regard to text- books on Arithmetic , or ...
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... leaves , scooped a hole in which he hid his treasure , and then covered it up very carefully . 4. He immediately returned to the stream again , entered it some distance behind the flock of geese , and floated noise- lessly along , with ...
... leaves , scooped a hole in which he hid his treasure , and then covered it up very carefully . 4. He immediately returned to the stream again , entered it some distance behind the flock of geese , and floated noise- lessly along , with ...
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... leaves ; but lo ! his dinner had disap- peared . He looked at his companion , and plainly saw by his countenance , that he more than doubted whether any goose was ever there as pretended . 8. His companion evidently considered his ...
... leaves ; but lo ! his dinner had disap- peared . He looked at his companion , and plainly saw by his countenance , that he more than doubted whether any goose was ever there as pretended . 8. His companion evidently considered his ...
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... leaving for the more genial climes of the sunny South . 4. But the most interesting autumnal scene is the fading and ... leaves withered by the autumnal frosts . 5. The sap of their existence being withdrawn , they can remain no longer ...
... leaving for the more genial climes of the sunny South . 4. But the most interesting autumnal scene is the fading and ... leaves withered by the autumnal frosts . 5. The sap of their existence being withdrawn , they can remain no longer ...
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... leave this large house . The children can no longer go to expensive schools . Yesterday I was a rich man ; to - day there is nothing I can call my own ! " 4. " Dear husband , " said the wife , " we are still rich in each other and in ...
... leave this large house . The children can no longer go to expensive schools . Yesterday I was a rich man ; to - day there is nothing I can call my own ! " 4. " Dear husband , " said the wife , " we are still rich in each other and in ...
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Page 349 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: — "Strike — till the last armed foe expires; Strike — for your altars and your fires; Strike — for the green graves of your sires, God — and your native land!
Page 231 - UP from the South at break of day, Bringing to Winchester fresh dismay, The affrighted air with a shudder bore, Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door, The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar, Telling the battle was on once more, And Sheridan twenty miles away.
Page 148 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 390 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 350 - They fought, like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered— but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Page 421 - Through days of sorrow and of mirth, Through days of death and days of birth, Through every swift vicissitude Of changeful time , unchanged it has stood , And as if, like God, it all things saw, It calmly repeats those words of awe , — " Forever — never ! Never — forever!
Page 350 - But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word, And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be.
Page 431 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. 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.
Page 147 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 148 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.