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... Dear Little Boy . By ALARIC A. WATTS . The Consequences of Bad Spelling . The Reward of Truth -- Hymn after a Walk in the Spring . By Mrs. OPIE . · 104 120 · 124 132 - 143 Amy Ross and her Blind Grandfather . By the Author of " Solitary ...
... Dear Little Boy . By ALARIC A. WATTS . The Consequences of Bad Spelling . The Reward of Truth -- Hymn after a Walk in the Spring . By Mrs. OPIE . · 104 120 · 124 132 - 143 Amy Ross and her Blind Grandfather . By the Author of " Solitary ...
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... dear ; in these particulars they all re- semble each other , and there is , in fact , little differ- ence in any of their manners or customs . They are divided into tribes or nations ; none of which are populous , for they are engaged ...
... dear ; in these particulars they all re- semble each other , and there is , in fact , little differ- ence in any of their manners or customs . They are divided into tribes or nations ; none of which are populous , for they are engaged ...
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... be permitted to live . Alas ! with this idea came the memory of his dear home , and his beloved parents ; and many a time , when he was with his horses ( which was the only time in which no eye was upon him ) 14 THE STOLEN BOY .
... be permitted to live . Alas ! with this idea came the memory of his dear home , and his beloved parents ; and many a time , when he was with his horses ( which was the only time in which no eye was upon him ) 14 THE STOLEN BOY .
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... dear friends , as a means of increasing those ener- gies for which he should hereafter have such occa- sion . Some months before the time fixed upon arrived , the chief and his people went out again , and , after a fortnight's absence ...
... dear friends , as a means of increasing those ener- gies for which he should hereafter have such occa- sion . Some months before the time fixed upon arrived , the chief and his people went out again , and , after a fortnight's absence ...
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... dear parents than he had ever been , it will be readily conceived , that the humane friends whose kindness had cherished him , lost no time in sending a trusty messenger , with the won- derful news of his restoration ; nor will any one ...
... dear parents than he had ever been , it will be readily conceived , that the humane friends whose kindness had cherished him , lost no time in sending a trusty messenger , with the won- derful news of his restoration ; nor will any one ...
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Página 52 - Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by: With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, — Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head— poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He...
Página 51 - Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing ; Your robes are green and purple — there's a crest upon your head ; Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead...
Página 53 - At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den Within his little parlor — but she ne'er came out again! And now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye, And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
Página 51 - Sweet creature," said the spider, "You're witty and you're wise; How handsome are your gauzy wings, How brilliant are your eyes. I have a little looking-glass Upon my parlor shelf; If you'll step in one moment, dear, You shall behold yourself." "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "For what you're pleased to say, And bidding you good morning, now, I'll call another day.
Página 50 - I do To prove the warm affection I've always felt for you? I have, within my pantry, Good store of all that's nice; I'm sure you're very welcome — Will you please to take a slice?" "O no, no," said the little fly, "Kind sir, that cannot be; I've heard what's in your pantry, And I do not wish to see.
Página 162 - I am lodged in a house that affords me conveniences and comforts which even a king could not command some centuries ago. There are ships crossing the seas in every direction, to bring what is useful to me from all parts of the earth.
Página 51 - said the Spider, ' you're witty and you're wise ; How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes ! I have a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf, If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.' ' I thank you, gentle sir,' she said, ' for what you're pleased to say, And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day.
Página 29 - And has he left his birds and flowers; And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours, Will he not come again? " And by the brook and in the glade Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh ! while my brother with me play'd, Would I had loved him more !
Página 49 - Oh, no, no," said the little fly, " to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair, can ne'er come down again.