The Fifth Reader of the School and Family Series

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Marcius Willson
Harper & Brothers, 1863 - Bible stories - 538 pages
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H A Letter about the Chelonians or Turtles Adapted
A second Letter about Turtles Adapted
A Letter about the Saurians i Goodricu Adapted 6i V The Crocodile and the Ichneumon Mrs J L Gray
A Letter about the Ophidians Viryil Southcy Adapted
A Letter about the Amphibians Adapted
SECOND MISCELLANEOUS DIVISION I To a Girl in her Thirteenth Year Sidney Walker
The Love of Country Gtma
A noble Revenge Thomas tie Quincey
Hamlets Soliloquy Shakxpeare
The Folly of Castlebuilding Aunison
The Stranger and his Friend Montgomery
Scene between Brutus and Cassius Shakspeare
The Living Tew pie Oliver Wendell Holmes
the Nerves of Voluntary Motion and the Nerves of Feeling Adapted
Other Forms of Nervous Action Adapted
Spirit the Motive Power of the Body Lardneb
Variou3 Phenomena of the Nervous System Adapted
Nervous Paralysis
No Feeling in the Nerves of Motion in the Brain or in the Heart
The Reunion and Healing of severed Nerves
VTI Intemperance the Prime Minister of Death Anonymous
Look not upon the Wine X p Willis
The Waterdrinker R Johnson
How the Mind speaka through the Nerves and Muscles Adapted
The Language of the Countenance Tasso Shakspeare Spender Adapted
Marvels of Human Caloric Eclectic Review 1i2 XIV Lines on a Skeleton London Morning Chronicle 1i6 XV Education of the Muscles of Expression...
A Dream and its Explanation Draper
Neglect of Health Samuel Johnson

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Page 82 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind Which I respect not.
Page 490 - 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 314 - Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice — 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 534 - 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 honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know.
Page 42 - 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? With the years beyond the Flood.
Page 533 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him ; but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
Page 491 - 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 531 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...
Page 491 - 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 489 - 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. "T is some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door Only this and nothing more.

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