Merry's Gems of Prose and PoetryH. Dayton, 1860 - 240 oldal |
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vii. oldal
... The Stone in the Pond ...... History of a Flower .... Life's Smiles .... Wants his Land Warrant . Rose and the Flower ..... Top Philosophy .... ENGRAVINGS . PAGE THE Old Homestead .... Daniel Webster . CONTENTS . vii.
... The Stone in the Pond ...... History of a Flower .... Life's Smiles .... Wants his Land Warrant . Rose and the Flower ..... Top Philosophy .... ENGRAVINGS . PAGE THE Old Homestead .... Daniel Webster . CONTENTS . vii.
74. oldal
... rose rapidly , in conse- quence of the rain which had fallen on the hills , and the wind and rain beat upon the roof of the mill till a part of it fell in with a terrible crash . This was a sad affair , for now there was no possibility ...
... rose rapidly , in conse- quence of the rain which had fallen on the hills , and the wind and rain beat upon the roof of the mill till a part of it fell in with a terrible crash . This was a sad affair , for now there was no possibility ...
87. oldal
... rose " highest in the world . " " Wachuset , " to the south was the commencement of the range of the " Andes , " while far to the west , beyond all others rose grand " Mo- nadnoc " -the " Chimborazo " of my geography- “ five miles high ...
... rose " highest in the world . " " Wachuset , " to the south was the commencement of the range of the " Andes , " while far to the west , beyond all others rose grand " Mo- nadnoc " -the " Chimborazo " of my geography- “ five miles high ...
104. oldal
... rose or sapphire color ? was it crimson or topaz , emerald or variegated ? Was it in the form of an antique vase , a graceful pitcher , a classic urn , a curious box , or something prettier and more wonderful still ? In short , what was ...
... rose or sapphire color ? was it crimson or topaz , emerald or variegated ? Was it in the form of an antique vase , a graceful pitcher , a classic urn , a curious box , or something prettier and more wonderful still ? In short , what was ...
109. oldal
... breeze that plays about the rose , blew away the dust that had settled upon the leaves . " How sweet is the union of love and innocence ! " said her mother . Emily's thoughts were occupied with her flower , until she PROSE AND 109 POETRY .
... breeze that plays about the rose , blew away the dust that had settled upon the leaves . " How sweet is the union of love and innocence ! " said her mother . Emily's thoughts were occupied with her flower , until she PROSE AND 109 POETRY .
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111. oldal - Only waiting till the shadows Are a little longer grown ; Only waiting till the glimmer Of the day's last beam is flown ; Then from out the gathered darkness, Holy, deathless stars shall rise, By whose light my soul shall gladly Tread its pathway to the skies.
177. oldal - Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep ; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take ; And this I ask for Jesus
150. oldal - When you shall return to your country with a good character, you cannot fail of getting into some business that will in time enable you to pay all your debts. In that case, when you meet with another honest man in similar distress, you must pay me by lending this sum to him ; enjoining him to discharge the debt by a like operation, when he shall be able, and shall meet with such another opportunity. I hope it may thus go through many hands before it meets with a knave that will stop its progress.
18. oldal - You'd scarce expect one of my age, To speak in public on the stage ; And if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow; Tall oaks from little acorns grow...
112. oldal - Till the night of earth is faded From the heart once full of day ; Till the stars of heaven are breaking Through the twilight soft and gray.
117. oldal - Resolve to edge in a little reading every day, if it is but a single sentence. If you gain fifteen minutes a day, it will make itself felt at the end of the year.
100. oldal - Of outward obstacles, opposing ought. Poor patriots ! — partly purchased, partly pressed, — Quite quaking, quickly " Quarter ! quarter ! " 'quest. Reason returns, religious right redounds, Suwarrow stops such sanguinary sounds. Truce to thee, Turkey !— Triumph to thy train...
172. oldal - If you find your task is hard, Try, try again; Time will bring you your reward, Try, try again; All that other folks can do, Why, with patience, should not you? Only keep this rule in view; TRY, TRY AGAIN.
135. oldal - ... up, and his horse began to run away. In the midst of the old man's trouble, there rushed by him, with loud shouts, a large party of boys, in a sleigh drawn by six horses. ' Turn out ! turn out, old fellow ! — Give us the road, old boy! — What will you take for your pony, old daddy' — Go it, frozen-nose! — What's the price of oats ? ' — were the various cries that met his ear. 10. " ' Pray do not frighten my horse!
122. oldal - Why do we live or die ? Who knows that secret deep ? Alas, not I ! Why doth the violet spring Unseen by human eye ? Why do the radiant seasons bring Sweet thoughts that quickly fly ? Why do our fond hearts cling To things that die ? We toil — through pain and wrong ; We fight— and fly; We love...