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Página 123 - Our outward life requires them not — Then wherefore had they birth ? — To minister delight to man, To beautify the earth ; To comfort man — to whisper hope, Whene'er his faith is dim, For who so careth for the flowers Will much more care for him ! Mary Howitt.
Página 139 - Said the cunning spider to the fly : " Dear friend, what can 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 ? " " Oh, 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 140 - 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 233 - I've treasured it long as a sainted prize, I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs ; 'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart : Not a tie will break, not a link will start. Would ye learn the spell ? a mother sat there, And a sacred thing is that old arm-chair.
Página 349 - And ere he turned a people's foe, he sought to be a friend. He strove to keep his country's right by reason's gentle word, And sighed when fell injustice threw the challenge, sword to sword. He stood the firm, the calm, the wise — the patriot and sage ; He showed no deep avenging hate, no burst of despot rage. He stood for liberty and truth, and dauntlessly |led on, Till shouts of victory gave forth the name .of Washington.
Página 140 - 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!
Página 139 - 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 233 - She told me that shame would never betide With Truth for my creed and God for my guide ; She taught me to lisp my earliest prayer, As I knelt beside that old arm-chair.