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 Propriety

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Benjamin Warner, 1816 - 166 pagine
 

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Pagina 133 - ... 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.
Pagina 82 - I then came home, and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle, but disturbing all the family.
Pagina 82 - Don't give too much for the whistle; and I saved my money.
Pagina 129 - 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...
Pagina 102 - 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.
Pagina 128 - 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.
Pagina 116 - Rest, little young One, rest ; thou hast forgot the day When my father found thee first in places far away...
Pagina 129 - 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.
Pagina 49 - 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.
Pagina 136 - 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.

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