Cobb's Sequel to the Juvenile Readers: Comprising a Selection of Lessons in Prose and Poetry, from Highly Esteemed American Writers : Designed for the Use of Higher Classes in Schools and Academies : and to Impress the Minds of Youth with Sentiments of Virtue and ReligionHarper & Bros., 1834 - 215 страници |
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... hearts are known , and all events foreknown , they suit mankind in all situations ; grateful as the manna which descended from above , and conformed itself to every palate . 4. The fairest productions of human wit , after a few perusals ...
... hearts are known , and all events foreknown , they suit mankind in all situations ; grateful as the manna which descended from above , and conformed itself to every palate . 4. The fairest productions of human wit , after a few perusals ...
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... heart shall fear no ill ; For thou , O Lord , art with me still : Thy friendly crook shall give me aid , And guide me through the dreadful shade . 4. Though in a bare and rugged way , Through devious lonely wilds I stray , Thy bounty ...
... heart shall fear no ill ; For thou , O Lord , art with me still : Thy friendly crook shall give me aid , And guide me through the dreadful shade . 4. Though in a bare and rugged way , Through devious lonely wilds I stray , Thy bounty ...
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... heart throbs within from apprehensions of secret treachery . Hence , fretfulness and ill- humour , disgust at the world , and all the painful sensations of an irritated and imbittered mind . 4. So numerous and great are the evils ...
... heart throbs within from apprehensions of secret treachery . Hence , fretfulness and ill- humour , disgust at the world , and all the painful sensations of an irritated and imbittered mind . 4. So numerous and great are the evils ...
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... heart but that which beats in his own bosom , a stranger in no mansion so much as his own breast . - BUCKMINSTER . 1 . LESSON XVII . The Sleep of the Brave . How sleep the brave , who sink to rest , By all their country's wishes blessed ...
... heart but that which beats in his own bosom , a stranger in no mansion so much as his own breast . - BUCKMINSTER . 1 . LESSON XVII . The Sleep of the Brave . How sleep the brave , who sink to rest , By all their country's wishes blessed ...
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... hearts in hours of grief , The silver links that lengthen Joy's visits when most brief ; There eyes , in all their splendour , Are vocal to the heart , And glances , gay or tender , Fresh eloquence impart ; Then dost thou sigh for ...
... hearts in hours of grief , The silver links that lengthen Joy's visits when most brief ; There eyes , in all their splendour , Are vocal to the heart , And glances , gay or tender , Fresh eloquence impart ; Then dost thou sigh for ...
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Страница 191 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutored mind Sees GOD in clouds, or hears Him in the wind ; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way...
Страница 23 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.
Страница 191 - Pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, Men would be Angels, Angels would be Gods. Aspiring to be Gods, if Angels fell, Aspiring to be Angels, Men rebel: And who but wishes to invert the laws Of Order, sins against th
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Страница 83 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Страница 109 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene!
Страница 54 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course?
Страница 126 - Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...
Страница 190 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Страница 79 - Tis life to feel the night-wind That lifts his tossing mane. A moment in the British camp — A moment — and away, Back to the pathless forest Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs; Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven...