The Every Day Book for YouthCarter, Hendee and Company, 1834 - 415 páginas |
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... Father's Grave , 139 Happiness , - 50 Gratitude , ib . The Recluse of the Lake , 51 Proverbs , 140 Honesty , 72 The two Roses , 141 Proverbs , 73 Sir Walter Scott , ib . Parental Affection , ib . Conduct to Equals , ib . Flora's Party ...
... Father's Grave , 139 Happiness , - 50 Gratitude , ib . The Recluse of the Lake , 51 Proverbs , 140 Honesty , 72 The two Roses , 141 Proverbs , 73 Sir Walter Scott , ib . Parental Affection , ib . Conduct to Equals , ib . Flora's Party ...
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... father regards his children , claiming their homage and their devoted obedience , yet bestowing upon them his mercy and his love ! How dreadful would be our state of uncertainty as to the future , if the Bible did not assure us that the ...
... father regards his children , claiming their homage and their devoted obedience , yet bestowing upon them his mercy and his love ! How dreadful would be our state of uncertainty as to the future , if the Bible did not assure us that the ...
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... father's great courage be proud ; Wherever he came , Flock , shepherd , or dame , All trembled , and fled at the sound of his name . Did any one spy My papa coming by , Two hundred or more , -Oh ! he made them all fly ! One day , by a ...
... father's great courage be proud ; Wherever he came , Flock , shepherd , or dame , All trembled , and fled at the sound of his name . Did any one spy My papa coming by , Two hundred or more , -Oh ! he made them all fly ! One day , by a ...
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... father's knell A fox then replied , While , leering aside , He laugh'd at his folly and vaporing pride : 66 My chattering youth , Your nonsense forsooth , Is more like a funeral sermon than truth- Let history tell How your old father ...
... father's knell A fox then replied , While , leering aside , He laugh'd at his folly and vaporing pride : 66 My chattering youth , Your nonsense forsooth , Is more like a funeral sermon than truth- Let history tell How your old father ...
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... hanging high , Some Grapes , with purple bloom inviting ; His jaws with heat and hunger dry , The luscious fruit would fain be biting . His carcass than a weasel's thinner , Made him for. 4 The Fox and the Grapes, My Father's Grave, 139.
... hanging high , Some Grapes , with purple bloom inviting ; His jaws with heat and hunger dry , The luscious fruit would fain be biting . His carcass than a weasel's thinner , Made him for. 4 The Fox and the Grapes, My Father's Grave, 139.
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Página 253 - Caesar had his Brutus ; Charles the first his Cromwell ; and George the Third " — " Treason ! " cried the speaker ; " treason ! treason ! " echoed from every part of the house.
Página 277 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 249 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Página 24 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Página 249 - I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Página 308 - I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And...
Página 340 - Sweeps through the clear deep sea; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful forms. Is sporting amid those bowers of stone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own ; And when the ship from his fury flies, Where the myriad voices of ocean roar, When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting the wreck on shore; Then far below in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet...
Página 337 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower ; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die...
Página 38 - And what are we, That hear the question of that voice sublime? Oh, what are all the notes that ever rung From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side ? Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life, to thy unceasing roar? And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to Him Who drowned a world, and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ? — a light wave, That breaks, and whispers of its Maker's might.
Página 253 - Caesar had his Brutus — Charles the first, his Cromwell — and George the third — ('Treason,' cried the speaker — ' treason, treason/ echoed from every part of the house.