The American First Class Book: Or, Exercises in Reading and Recitation : Selected Principally from Modern Authors of Great Britain and America, and Designed for the Use of the Highest Class, in Public and Private SchoolsCarter, Hendee & Company, 1835 - 480 oldal |
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... Sleep and Night , 44. Social Worship agreeable to the best impulses of our nature , 45. On the relative value of good Sense and Beauty in the Female Sex , 51. The Miseries of War , Page . Cappe . 13 Law . 15 Athenæum . 22 Wood . 23 D ...
... Sleep and Night , 44. Social Worship agreeable to the best impulses of our nature , 45. On the relative value of good Sense and Beauty in the Female Sex , 51. The Miseries of War , Page . Cappe . 13 Law . 15 Athenæum . 22 Wood . 23 D ...
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... sleep- ing and waking , and has preserved you from a thousand dangers , unknown both to and me . you Therefore , my child , fear , and worship , and love God . Your eyes indeed cannot yet see him , but all things which you see , are so ...
... sleep- ing and waking , and has preserved you from a thousand dangers , unknown both to and me . you Therefore , my child , fear , and worship , and love God . Your eyes indeed cannot yet see him , but all things which you see , are so ...
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... Sleep . Tir'd nature's sweet restorer , balmy sleep ! He , like the world , his ready visits pays Where fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinions , flies from grief , And lights on lids unsullied with a tear ...
... Sleep . Tir'd nature's sweet restorer , balmy sleep ! He , like the world , his ready visits pays Where fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinions , flies from grief , And lights on lids unsullied with a tear ...
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... sleeping , " answered his sister , “ and must not know to - night that you are here ; she is too weak to bear it now . ' " I will go look at her then , while she sleeps , " said he , drawing his handker- * Pron . băd . As chief from his ...
... sleeping , " answered his sister , “ and must not know to - night that you are here ; she is too weak to bear it now . ' " I will go look at her then , while she sleeps , " said he , drawing his handker- * Pron . băd . As chief from his ...
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... sleep . It is an impression which we cannot rid ourselves of if we would , when sitting by the body of a friend , that he has still a consciousness of our presence - that though the com- mon concerns of the world have no more to do with ...
... sleep . It is an impression which we cannot rid ourselves of if we would , when sitting by the body of a friend , that he has still a consciousness of our presence - that though the com- mon concerns of the world have no more to do with ...
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455. oldal - 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.
356. oldal - Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffadillies fill their cups with tears, 150 To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies. For so, to interpose a little ease, Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise, Ay me...
453. oldal - Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all freemen?
469. oldal - It must be so — Plato, thou reason'st 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. Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful, thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes...
286. oldal - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake And monarchs tremble in their capitals, — The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and as the snowy flake. They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
202. oldal - But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all ; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many.
376. oldal - And when he came to himself, he said, How many hired servants of my father's have bread enough and to spare, and I perish with hunger! I will arise and go to my father...
355. oldal - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
257. oldal - 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.
474. oldal - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...