Introduction to the English Reader, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Poetry: Calculated to Improve the Younger Classes of Learners in Reading, and to Imbue Their Minds with the Love of Virtue : to which are Added, Rules and Observations for Assisting Children to Read with ProprietyBenjamin Warner, 1816 - 166 oldal |
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29. oldal
... grew so equally , that no person could per ceive the least difference between them . 2. When his children were capable of handling garden- tools , he took them , one fine morning in spring , to see these two trees , which he had planted ...
... grew so equally , that no person could per ceive the least difference between them . 2. When his children were capable of handling garden- tools , he took them , one fine morning in spring , to see these two trees , which he had planted ...
31. oldal
... grew in the same soil , only it was not fostered with the same care . 11. " Edmund has kept his tree clear of hurtful insects ; but you have suffered them to eat up yours in its blossoms . As I do not choose to let any thing which God ...
... grew in the same soil , only it was not fostered with the same care . 11. " Edmund has kept his tree clear of hurtful insects ; but you have suffered them to eat up yours in its blossoms . As I do not choose to let any thing which God ...
31. oldal
... grew so equally , that no person could per- ceive the least difference between them . 2. When his children were capable of handling garden- tools , he took them , one fine morning in spring , to see these two trees , which he had ...
... grew so equally , that no person could per- ceive the least difference between them . 2. When his children were capable of handling garden- tools , he took them , one fine morning in spring , to see these two trees , which he had ...
31. oldal
... grew in the same soil , only it was not fostered with the same care . 11. " Edmund has kept his tree clear of hurtful insects ; but you have suffered them to eat up yours in its blossoms . As I do not choose to let any thing which God ...
... grew in the same soil , only it was not fostered with the same care . 11. " Edmund has kept his tree clear of hurtful insects ; but you have suffered them to eat up yours in its blossoms . As I do not choose to let any thing which God ...
54. oldal
... grew so tame , that they seldom quitted the chamber ; and , without any constraint , came to live with their young ones . 10. " All four frequently perched upon their master's hand , chirping as if they had been at liberty abroad . He ...
... grew so tame , that they seldom quitted the chamber ; and , without any constraint , came to live with their young ones . 10. " All four frequently perched upon their master's hand , chirping as if they had been at liberty abroad . He ...
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animal Arachne array'd ARTABANES beauty behold betimes bird blessings blest bloom bosom bread breast Canute cheerful cries dear death delight Demetrius drink earth Euphronius ev'ry eyes father favour fear flowers fond fruit gentle giv'n give glory grace ground hand happiness Hast thou hear Heav'n heav'nly honour joys kind labour Lamb live longest day look Lord louis d'ors maid Maratan mind morning mother nature negroes never night o'er observed Offa op'ning parents passions peace PERCIVAL Perrin plain pleasure poor pow'r praise reign replied rest rich rill rise rose SECTION III SECTION VII shining shining hour silent tongue skies sleep smiling train Socrates soft sorrows soul spring storm of passion storms stranger stream sweet tears tempest tender thee ther thine thing thou e'er thro tree Tutor Twill virtue voice WATTS wings words young youth
Népszerű szakaszok
133. oldal - ... the world recedes it disappears heaven opens on my eyes my ears with sounds seraphic ring lend lend your wings i mount i fly o grave where is thy victory o death where is thy sting.
82. oldal - I then came home, and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle, but disturbing all the family.
82. oldal - Don't give too much for the whistle; and I saved my money.
129. oldal - But clear and artless pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross...
102. oldal - Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st Live well; how long or short, permit to Heaven: And now prepare thee for another sight.
128. oldal - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
116. oldal - Rest, little young One, rest ; thou hast forgot the day When my father found thee first in places far away...
129. oldal - The young who labour and the old who rest. Is any sick ? the Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the med'cine makes and gives. Is there a variance ? enter but his door, Balk'd are the courts, and contest is no more ; Despairing quacks with curses fled the place, And vile attorneys, now a useless race.
49. oldal - I am going to yield thee up ? To Europeans, who will tie thee close, — who will beat thee, — who will render thee miserable. Return with me, my beauty, my jewel, and rejoice the hearts of my children.
136. oldal - God. 4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great ! What large extent ! what lofty height ! My soul, with all the powers I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost. 5 O ! may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest : Nor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there.