The Revised Lesson Book for Standard I(-vi) of the Revised Code of the Committee of Council on EducationSimpkin Marshall, 1864 |
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... appearing distinctly in all his limbs and features ; sometimes we find the figure wrought up to great elegancy ; but sel- dom meet with any , to which the hand of a Phidias or a Praxiteles could not give several nice touches and ...
... appearing distinctly in all his limbs and features ; sometimes we find the figure wrought up to great elegancy ; but sel- dom meet with any , to which the hand of a Phidias or a Praxiteles could not give several nice touches and ...
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... Appear like mice ; and yon tall anchoring bark , Diminished to her boat ; her boat , a buoy , Almost too small for sight : the murmuring surge , That on the unnumbered idle pebbles chafes , Cannot be heard so high : -I'll look no more ...
... Appear like mice ; and yon tall anchoring bark , Diminished to her boat ; her boat , a buoy , Almost too small for sight : the murmuring surge , That on the unnumbered idle pebbles chafes , Cannot be heard so high : -I'll look no more ...
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... - felt , in these appear ! a simple train , Yet so delightful mixed , with such kind art , Such beauty and beneficence combined ; JAMES THOMSON . Shade unperceived , so softening into shade 58 Hymn on the Seasons Beneficence.
... - felt , in these appear ! a simple train , Yet so delightful mixed , with such kind art , Such beauty and beneficence combined ; JAMES THOMSON . Shade unperceived , so softening into shade 58 Hymn on the Seasons Beneficence.
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... appear to love this adventurous life — if he have an instinct greedy of these kinds of peril - if the savage rejoice in the delights of an idleness so dearly purchased - ought it to be concluded that he is more happy than our day ...
... appear to love this adventurous life — if he have an instinct greedy of these kinds of peril - if the savage rejoice in the delights of an idleness so dearly purchased - ought it to be concluded that he is more happy than our day ...
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... appear extremely short : Time will seem to have added wings to his heels as well as his shoulders . Those have a short Lent , who owe money to be paid at Easter . ' · " At present , perhaps , you may think yourselves in thriving ...
... appear extremely short : Time will seem to have added wings to his heels as well as his shoulders . Those have a short Lent , who owe money to be paid at Easter . ' · " At present , perhaps , you may think yourselves in thriving ...
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appear arms attend bear beauty birds BORN breath called cheerful clouds conversation dark death delight DIED earth eyes falling father fear fire frequently give hand happiness hast head hear heart heaven hill hold honour hope horse hour HYMN Indians inflection kind knowledge labour land laws leave light living look Lord mark means mind morning mountain nature never night o'er observation officer once pain pass pause peace perhaps person pleasure Poor Poor Richard praise present Principal reason replied rest rising rope round rules says shade silent sleep sometimes song soul speak spirit sweet thee things thou thought tree truth turn virtue voice wandering waters whole winds wings young
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Page 86 - Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Page 149 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior!
Page 21 - It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown...
Page 77 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Page 36 - Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them: for they teach not their own use; but that is a wisdom without them and above them, won by observation.
Page 55 - How much more than is necessary do we spend in sleep; forgetting that the sleeping fox catches no poultry, and that there will be sleeping enough in the grave, as Poor Richard says.
Page 121 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon?
Page 27 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise. Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's Great Author rise...
Page 27 - Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels...
Page 131 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.