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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... hour ever makes him wish for , he knows not what ; complain , he knows not why . Never does a restless impatience at having nothing to do compel him to seek a momentary stimulus to his dormant powers , in the tu- multuous pleasure of ...
... hour ever makes him wish for , he knows not what ; complain , he knows not why . Never does a restless impatience at having nothing to do compel him to seek a momentary stimulus to his dormant powers , in the tu- multuous pleasure of ...
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... hours of hospitality and pleasure interfere with the discharge of our necessary affairs ; and let not what we call necessary affairs , encroach upon the time which is due to devotion . To every thing there is a season , and a time for ...
... hours of hospitality and pleasure interfere with the discharge of our necessary affairs ; and let not what we call necessary affairs , encroach upon the time which is due to devotion . To every thing there is a season , and a time for ...
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... hours as they fly . They are marked down for useful purposes , and their memory remains . Whereas those hours fleet by the man of confusion like a shadow . His days and years are either blanks , 2 * COBB'S SEQUEL . 17.
... hours as they fly . They are marked down for useful purposes , and their memory remains . Whereas those hours fleet by the man of confusion like a shadow . His days and years are either blanks , 2 * COBB'S SEQUEL . 17.
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... hours than those which have beer spent in these meditations on the songs of Sion , he never expects to see in this world . Very pleasantly did they pass ; they moved smoothly and swiftly along for when thus engaged , he counted no time ...
... hours than those which have beer spent in these meditations on the songs of Sion , he never expects to see in this world . Very pleasantly did they pass ; they moved smoothly and swiftly along for when thus engaged , he counted no time ...
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... hours defend . 2. When in the sultry glebe I faint , Or on the thirsty mountains pant ; To fertile vales , and dewy meads , My weary wand'ring steps he leads : Where peaceful rivers , soft and slow , Amid the verdant landscape flow . 3 ...
... hours defend . 2. When in the sultry glebe I faint , Or on the thirsty mountains pant ; To fertile vales , and dewy meads , My weary wand'ring steps he leads : Where peaceful rivers , soft and slow , Amid the verdant landscape flow . 3 ...
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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.
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