Town's Third Reader: Containing a Selection of Lessons, Exclusively from American AuthorsH. & E. Phinney, 1848 - 288 pagini |
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Pagina 25
... hand , or he must roll backward through his orbit . But it is not so . Just as we were about to doubt the universality of the law , which we believed indubi- tably and historically established , the world swings open upon its hinges ...
... hand , or he must roll backward through his orbit . But it is not so . Just as we were about to doubt the universality of the law , which we believed indubi- tably and historically established , the world swings open upon its hinges ...
Pagina 27
... hand upon the ploughshare , and cities spring up like corn - blades in every furrow which he traces through the wilderness . His task is but just begun . He has but entered upon his sublime mission ; and it is to be expected that as ...
... hand upon the ploughshare , and cities spring up like corn - blades in every furrow which he traces through the wilderness . His task is but just begun . He has but entered upon his sublime mission ; and it is to be expected that as ...
Pagina 28
... hand hath turned her keel to stone , And sealed his victory on her slippery shrouds.- They land ! They land ! - -Forth they come From their long prison , -hardy forms , that brave The world's unkindness , -men of hoary hair , And ...
... hand hath turned her keel to stone , And sealed his victory on her slippery shrouds.- They land ! They land ! - -Forth they come From their long prison , -hardy forms , that brave The world's unkindness , -men of hoary hair , And ...
Pagina 29
... branch should bloom As nations envy ? -Would a germ , embalmed With prayer's pure tear - drops , strike no deeper root ' Than that which mad ambition's hand doth strew C Upon the winds , to reap the winds again ? THIRD READER . 29.
... branch should bloom As nations envy ? -Would a germ , embalmed With prayer's pure tear - drops , strike no deeper root ' Than that which mad ambition's hand doth strew C Upon the winds , to reap the winds again ? THIRD READER . 29.
Pagina 30
... hand Of greedy Europe , their bold vine spread forth In giant strength.— Its early clusters , crushed In England's wine - press , gave the tyrant host A draught of deadly wine . - O , ye who boast In your free veins the blood of sires ...
... hand Of greedy Europe , their bold vine spread forth In giant strength.— Its early clusters , crushed In England's wine - press , gave the tyrant host A draught of deadly wine . - O , ye who boast In your free veins the blood of sires ...
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Pagina 213 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Pagina 16 - Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! Let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Pagina 15 - Some place the bliss in action, some in ease, Those call it pleasure, and contentment these...
Pagina 222 - Let our object be, our country, our whole country, and nothing but our country. And, by the blessing of God, may that country itself become a vast and splendid monument, not of oppression and terror, but of wisdom, of peace, and of liberty, upon which the world may gazo with admiration, forever I VOL.
Pagina 13 - But Paul said unto them, They have beaten us openly uncondemned, being Romans, and have cast us into prison ; and now do they thrust us out privily? nay verily; but let them come themselves and fetch us out.
Pagina 228 - Affected passion, intense expression, the pomp of declamation, all may aspire after it — they cannot reach it.
Pagina 222 - Our proper business is improvement. Let our age be the age of improvement. In a day of peace, let us advance the arts of peace and the works of peace. Let us develop the resources of our land, call forth its powers, build up its institutions, promote all its great interests, and see whether we also, in our day and generation, may not perform something worthy to be remembered.
Pagina 250 - Happy in the confirmation of our independence and sovereignty, and pleased with the opportunity afforded the United States of becoming a respectable nation, I resign with satisfaction the appointment I accepted with diffidence, — a diffidence in my abilities to accomplish so arduous a task ; which, however, was superseded by a confidence in the rectitude of our cause, the support of the supreme power of the Union, and the patronage of heaven.
Pagina 147 - Oh, the grave! The grave! It buries every error — covers every defect — extinguishes every resentment! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections. Who can look down upon the grave even of an enemy and not feel a compunctious throb that he should ever have warred with the poor handful of earth that lies moldering before him.
Pagina 148 - If thou art a child, and hast ever added a sorrow to the soul, or a furrow to the silvered brow of an affectionate parent; if thou art a husband, and hast ever caused the fond bosom that ventured its whole happiness in thy arms to doubt one moment of thy kindness or thy truth...