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... feel under similar surroundings ? 7. How would I express that feeling were I under similar sur- roundings ? It is not enough to tell a person to read naturally . Suppose a man has walked in a stooped condition for ten years , and you ...
... feel under similar surroundings ? 7. How would I express that feeling were I under similar sur- roundings ? It is not enough to tell a person to read naturally . Suppose a man has walked in a stooped condition for ten years , and you ...
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... feels so fully the thought which he is expressing , that he looks away from his book and casts his eyes into his " little audience , " and as he gets deeper into the thought of his selection , he calls forth suitable expressions of his ...
... feels so fully the thought which he is expressing , that he looks away from his book and casts his eyes into his " little audience , " and as he gets deeper into the thought of his selection , he calls forth suitable expressions of his ...
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... feeling too profound . 13. Soldiers , you are now within a few steps of the enemy's outposts ! Our scouts report them slumbering around their watch - fires , utterly unprepared . Swift and noiseless we are upon them , we capture them ...
... feeling too profound . 13. Soldiers , you are now within a few steps of the enemy's outposts ! Our scouts report them slumbering around their watch - fires , utterly unprepared . Swift and noiseless we are upon them , we capture them ...
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... feel my heart new opened . O ! how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favors . 4. Massa's berry kind to Pompey ; But old darkey's happy heah , Whar he's tended corn and cotton For dese many a long gone yeah . Ober yonder ...
... feel my heart new opened . O ! how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes ' favors . 4. Massa's berry kind to Pompey ; But old darkey's happy heah , Whar he's tended corn and cotton For dese many a long gone yeah . Ober yonder ...
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... 219. ) GUTTURAL QUALITY . Exercises . 1. Tell me , ye bloody butchers ! Ye villains , high and low ! Ye wretches who contrived , as well as you who executed the inhu- man deed ! Do you not feel the goads and THE ART OF DELIVERY . 107.
... 219. ) GUTTURAL QUALITY . Exercises . 1. Tell me , ye bloody butchers ! Ye villains , high and low ! Ye wretches who contrived , as well as you who executed the inhu- man deed ! Do you not feel the goads and THE ART OF DELIVERY . 107.
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Page 242 - I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on states dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood! Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their original luster, not a stripe erased or polluted, not a single star obscured, bearing...
Page 357 - 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.
Page 357 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course ; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist Thy image.
Page 358 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Page 384 - Unto which promise our twelve tribes, instantly serving God day and night, hope to come. For which hope's sake, King Agrippa, I am accused of the Jews. Why should it be thought a thing incredible with you, that God should raise the dead?
Page 107 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 358 - Take the wings Of morning, and the Barcan desert pierce, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings — yet — the dead are there ; And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.
Page 46 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Page 388 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore, — Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never — nevermore.
Page 386 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.