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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... thee in the days of need ; Judge well thy own , and then thy neighbour's deed . What heav'n bestows , with thankful eyes receive ; First ask thy heart , and then through faith believe . Slowly we wander o'er a toilsome way , Shadows of ...
... thee in the days of need ; Judge well thy own , and then thy neighbour's deed . What heav'n bestows , with thankful eyes receive ; First ask thy heart , and then through faith believe . Slowly we wander o'er a toilsome way , Shadows of ...
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... thee , " said he , " is the Hill of Science . On the top is the temple of Truth , whose head is above the clouds , and a veil of pure light covers her face . Observe the progress of her votaries ; be silent and attentive . " I saw that ...
... thee , " said he , " is the Hill of Science . On the top is the temple of Truth , whose head is above the clouds , and a veil of pure light covers her face . Observe the progress of her votaries ; be silent and attentive . " I saw that ...
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... thee for a treasure , Hearken unto a Verser ; who may chance Rhyme thee to good , and make a bait of pleasure . A verse may find him who a sermon flies , And turn delight into a sacrifice.— Lie not ; but let thy heart be true to God ...
... thee for a treasure , Hearken unto a Verser ; who may chance Rhyme thee to good , and make a bait of pleasure . A verse may find him who a sermon flies , And turn delight into a sacrifice.— Lie not ; but let thy heart be true to God ...
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... thee , I , ere I sleep , at peace may be . Teach me to live , that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die , that so I may Rise glorious in the judgment day . O may my soul on thee repose , And may sweet sleep mine ...
... thee , I , ere I sleep , at peace may be . Teach me to live , that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die , that so I may Rise glorious in the judgment day . O may my soul on thee repose , And may sweet sleep mine ...
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... thee for thy mercies past , And humbly hope for more . My life , if Thou preservest my life , Thy sacrifice shall be ; And death , when death shall be my docm , Shall join my soul to Thee . JOSEPH ADDISON PROVIDENCE . THE Lord my ...
... thee for thy mercies past , And humbly hope for more . My life , if Thou preservest my life , Thy sacrifice shall be ; And death , when death shall be my docm , Shall join my soul to Thee . JOSEPH ADDISON PROVIDENCE . THE Lord my ...
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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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Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.