The National Preceptor: Or, Selections in Prose and Poetry; Consisting of Narrative, Descriptive, Argumentative, Didactic, Pathetic, and Humorous Pieces ...Goodwin and Robinson & Pratt, 1838 - 336 Seiten |
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... sleep : send the money to your mother ; salute her in my name ; and assure her that I shall take care of her and you . " 7. This story furnishes an excellent instance of the gratitude and duty which children owe to their aged , infirm ...
... sleep : send the money to your mother ; salute her in my name ; and assure her that I shall take care of her and you . " 7. This story furnishes an excellent instance of the gratitude and duty which children owe to their aged , infirm ...
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... sleep , entirely safe and unhurt , while close by him lay the dead body of a hideous wolf , who had been killed by the faithful Gelert , while in the act of attempting to destroy the life of the child . 6. Lewellyn was struck with ...
... sleep , entirely safe and unhurt , while close by him lay the dead body of a hideous wolf , who had been killed by the faithful Gelert , while in the act of attempting to destroy the life of the child . 6. Lewellyn was struck with ...
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... sleep , The cherub boy he kiss'd . 18. No wound had he , nor harm , nor dread ; But the same couch beneath , Lay a gaunt wolf , all torn and dead , Tremendous still in death . 19. Ah , what was then Lewellyn's pain ? For now the truth ...
... sleep , The cherub boy he kiss'd . 18. No wound had he , nor harm , nor dread ; But the same couch beneath , Lay a gaunt wolf , all torn and dead , Tremendous still in death . 19. Ah , what was then Lewellyn's pain ? For now the truth ...
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... sleep within the fangs and under the jaws of his terrible patron . 5. In about twelve months , the little spaniel sickened and died . For a time , the lion did not appear to conceive other- wise than that his favorite was asleep . He ...
... sleep within the fangs and under the jaws of his terrible patron . 5. In about twelve months , the little spaniel sickened and died . For a time , the lion did not appear to conceive other- wise than that his favorite was asleep . He ...
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... sleep- -He never smiled again . 4. Hearts in that time closed o'er the trace Of vows once fondly pour'd ; And strangers took the kinsman's place At many a joyous board . Graves which true love had bathed with tears , Were left to ...
... sleep- -He never smiled again . 4. Hearts in that time closed o'er the trace Of vows once fondly pour'd ; And strangers took the kinsman's place At many a joyous board . Graves which true love had bathed with tears , Were left to ...
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arms army battle battle of Zama beauty began black crows Blackfoot language blood born Bowl brave Breed's Hill Brutus Bunker's Hill called Capt Cesar Charlestown Christmas Evans Colter command cried dark dead death dervis died earth endeavored enemy English eyes father fear fire Gelert give glory grave Greece ground hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Hill honor hour Indians Jerusalem Jews Josephus Jugurtha king land LESSON Lewellyn live look lord master Mercy mind miserable morning Mystic river never night o'er passed pleasure poor pray Pronounced redout replied returned river Roman Sir Rob slaves sleep smile Socrates soldiers soon soul spirit sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus truth turned twas uncle Toby virtue voice words young youth
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Seite 154 - The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Seite 295 - 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.
Seite 278 - Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.
Seite 156 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 326 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Seite 326 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Seite 299 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Seite 292 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Seite 301 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ; that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Seite 256 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends , — do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.