The District School Reader, Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking: Designed for the Highest Class in Public and Private SchoolsThomas Cowperthwait & Company, 1845 - 484 Seiten |
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... inflections of the voice , & c . , with such rules and suggestions as are deemed useful to the learner . It is designed for the highest classes in Public and Private Schools . The reading lessons , consisting of descriptive , nar ...
... inflections of the voice , & c . , with such rules and suggestions as are deemed useful to the learner . It is designed for the highest classes in Public and Private Schools . The reading lessons , consisting of descriptive , nar ...
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... inflections of the voice , and the proper empha- sis to be used in reading , have not been designated by marks in the reading lessons . These must be left to the taste and judgment of the teacher . The best method for teaching children ...
... inflections of the voice , and the proper empha- sis to be used in reading , have not been designated by marks in the reading lessons . These must be left to the taste and judgment of the teacher . The best method for teaching children ...
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... INFLECTIONS OF THE VOICE . THE pauses which occur in reading are accompanied by certain inflections or slides of the voice , which are as necessary to the sense of the sentence as the pauses themselves . Writers on elocu- tion have ...
... INFLECTIONS OF THE VOICE . THE pauses which occur in reading are accompanied by certain inflections or slides of the voice , which are as necessary to the sense of the sentence as the pauses themselves . Writers on elocu- tion have ...
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... inflection is used , a monotone , or perfect level of the voice , is produced It is marked thus ( — ) . LESSON LXXX . INFLECTIONS OF THE VOICE . THE RISING FOLLOWED BY THE FALLING . Did they act properly , or ìmproperly ? Did he speak ...
... inflection is used , a monotone , or perfect level of the voice , is produced It is marked thus ( — ) . LESSON LXXX . INFLECTIONS OF THE VOICE . THE RISING FOLLOWED BY THE FALLING . Did they act properly , or ìmproperly ? Did he speak ...
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... third Psalm : " The Lord ' s my Shepherd : I'll not want . He makes me down to lie In pastures green : he leadeth me The quiet waters by . " LESSON LXXXI . INFLECTIONS OF THE VOICE . THE FALLING 234 DISTRICT SCHOOL READER .
... third Psalm : " The Lord ' s my Shepherd : I'll not want . He makes me down to lie In pastures green : he leadeth me The quiet waters by . " LESSON LXXXI . INFLECTIONS OF THE VOICE . THE FALLING 234 DISTRICT SCHOOL READER .
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The District School Reader: Or, Exercises in Reading and Speaking; Designed ... William Draper Swan Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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Seite 330 - And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honorable man.
Seite 331 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Seite 120 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse: Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Seite 158 - 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!
Seite 179 - 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,
Seite 396 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Seite 156 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in...
Seite 331 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Seite 121 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Seite 260 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?