McGuffey's Rhetorical Guide, Or, Fifth Reader of the Eclectic Series: Containing Elegant Extracts in Prose and Poetry, with Copious Rules and Rhetorical Exercises |
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... night , played cheerily upon the murmuring waves of the Xenil and the Darro . Alone , upon a balcony commanding a view of the beautiful landscape , stood Boabdil , the last of the Moorish kings . 254 McGUFFEY'S FIFTH READER.
... night , played cheerily upon the murmuring waves of the Xenil and the Darro . Alone , upon a balcony commanding a view of the beautiful landscape , stood Boabdil , the last of the Moorish kings . 254 McGUFFEY'S FIFTH READER.
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... Boabdil , the last of the Moorish kings . He had sought to bring to his aid all the lessons of the philosophy , he ... Boabdil approached , and the grave bishop saluted him with the air of one who addresses an infidel and an inferior ...
... Boabdil , the last of the Moorish kings . He had sought to bring to his aid all the lessons of the philosophy , he ... Boabdil approached , and the grave bishop saluted him with the air of one who addresses an infidel and an inferior ...
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... Boabdil halted , composed his aspect so as best to conceal his soul , and a little in advance of his scanty train , but never in mien and majesty more a king , the son of Ab- dallah met his haughty conqueror . Within 6. At the sight of ...
... Boabdil halted , composed his aspect so as best to conceal his soul , and a little in advance of his scanty train , but never in mien and majesty more a king , the son of Ab- dallah met his haughty conqueror . Within 6. At the sight of ...
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... Boabdil , but the emo- tion and excitement were too much for her compassionate heart , heroine and queen though she was ; and when she lifted her eyes upon the calm and pale features of the fallen monarch , the tears gushed from them ...
... Boabdil , but the emo- tion and excitement were too much for her compassionate heart , heroine and queen though she was ; and when she lifted her eyes upon the calm and pale features of the fallen monarch , the tears gushed from them ...
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Popular passages
Page 369 - life from destruction; Who crowneth thee with loving-kindness and tender mercies; Who satisfieth thy mouth with good things; So that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's. 2. The Lord executeth righteousness and judgment For all that are oppressed. He made known his ways unto Moses, His acts unto the children of Israel.
Page 102 - 1. Not a drum | was heard\ || not a funeral note', As his corse || to the rampart 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 moonbeam
Page 45 - was his bounty', and his soul sincere^; Heaven did a recompense as largely send\ He gave to misery all he had'—a tear % ; He gained from Heaven', ('twas all he wished',) a friend\ No further seek his merits to disclose', Or draw his frailties from their last abode', (There, they, alike', in trembling hope
Page 102 - we wound him; But he lay like a warrior || taking his rest', With his martial cloak || around him. 4. Few and short' || were the prayers* we said, And we spoke || not a word of sorrow*; But we steadfastly gazed || on the face of the dead', And we bitterly thought || of the morrow\ 6.
Page 202 - of their way. 20. Yet e'en these bones, from insult to protect, Some frail memorial still, erected nigh, With uncouth rhymes and shapeless sculpture deck'd, Implores the passing tribute of a sigh. 21. Their names, their years, spell'd by the unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply; And many a holy text around she strews,
Page 28 - 3. Emphatic repetition. And the king was much moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept; and as he went, thus he said ; O my son Absalom'! my son', my son Absalom^! would to God I had died for thee, O Absalom', my son', my son
Page 400 - And bid them speak for me. But were I Brutus, Show you sweet Cesar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb mouths, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Cesar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Page 417 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran; There was racing, and chasing, on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar
Page 103 - random gun' That the foe || was sullenly firing*. 8 Slowly and sadly || we laid him down*, From the field of his fame || fresh and gory* ; We carved not a line*, || and we raised not a stone'; But left him || alone with his glory*. ™. ^^ LESSON
Page 288 - THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS. 1. The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky, Their giant branches tossed ; 2. And the heavy night hung dark, The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. 4. Not as the