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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... mothers , 3. On filial piety , 5. Benevolence , 4. Love between brothers and sisters , 6. Ingratitude to our Supreme Benefactor , is highly culpable , 7. Speculation and practice , 45 20 47 · ib . 48 49 ib . Sect . 1. The eagle ...
... mothers , 3. On filial piety , 5. Benevolence , 4. Love between brothers and sisters , 6. Ingratitude to our Supreme Benefactor , is highly culpable , 7. Speculation and practice , 45 20 47 · ib . 48 49 ib . Sect . 1. The eagle ...
31. oldal
... mother , both very old , were unable to save themselves by flight . 4. Filial tenderness triumphed over every other consi- deration . " Where , " cried the generous youths , " shall we find a more precious treasure , than they are who ...
... mother , both very old , were unable to save themselves by flight . 4. Filial tenderness triumphed over every other consi- deration . " Where , " cried the generous youths , " shall we find a more precious treasure , than they are who ...
31. oldal
... mother . " 6. The governor was greatly moved by this instance of filial sensibility , and could not refrain from tears . " Your father , " said he , " has been in the army ; has he no per on ? " " No , " replied the youth : " he has ...
... mother . " 6. The governor was greatly moved by this instance of filial sensibility , and could not refrain from tears . " Your father , " said he , " has been in the army ; has he no per on ? " " No , " replied the youth : " he has ...
31. oldal
... mother had not tended him more carefully in his infancy , than he tended his young apple - tree . 6. His brother , Moses , did not imitate his example . He spent a great deal of time on a mount that was near , throw- ing stones at the ...
... mother had not tended him more carefully in his infancy , than he tended his young apple - tree . 6. His brother , Moses , did not imitate his example . He spent a great deal of time on a mount that was near , throw- ing stones at the ...
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... mother . Far be it from Scipio to purchase any pleasure at the expense of virtue , honour , and the happiness of an honest man ! No ; I have kept her for you , in order to make you a present worthy of you and of me . The only gratitude ...
... mother . Far be it from Scipio to purchase any pleasure at the expense of virtue , honour , and the happiness of an honest man ! No ; I have kept her for you , in order to make you a present worthy of you and of me . The only gratitude ...
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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
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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.