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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... waters , and the hum of the distant city , soothed my mind into the most perfect tranquillity , and sleep insensibly stole upon me , as I was indulg- ing the agreeable reveries which the objects around me naturally inspired . I ...
... waters , and the hum of the distant city , soothed my mind into the most perfect tranquillity , and sleep insensibly stole upon me , as I was indulg- ing the agreeable reveries which the objects around me naturally inspired . I ...
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... sky , Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot ; Though thou the waters warp , Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not . WILLIAM SHAKSPERE . WOLSEY'S CHARACTER . THIS Cardinal , Though Dover Cliffs Ingratitude.
... sky , Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot ; Though thou the waters warp , Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not . WILLIAM SHAKSPERE . WOLSEY'S CHARACTER . THIS Cardinal , Though Dover Cliffs Ingratitude.
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... water - spout , and deluged the land with blood . The smoke rises not through the trees , for the honours of the grove are fallen ; and the hearth of the cottager is cold : but it rises from villages burned with fire , and from warm ...
... water - spout , and deluged the land with blood . The smoke rises not through the trees , for the honours of the grove are fallen ; and the hearth of the cottager is cold : but it rises from villages burned with fire , and from warm ...
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... water from the brook , as clear as ever ran : And twice in the day , when the ground is wet with dew , I bring thee draughts of milk , warm milk it is , and new . Why bleat so after me , why puli so at thy chain ? Sleep - and at break ...
... water from the brook , as clear as ever ran : And twice in the day , when the ground is wet with dew , I bring thee draughts of milk , warm milk it is , and new . Why bleat so after me , why puli so at thy chain ? Sleep - and at break ...
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accent ANDREW MARVEL BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath birds bone BORN breath called cheerful clouds cried dark death delight DIED divine doth dread earth eternal eyes faint falling father fear fire Gil Blas give grave hand happiness head hear heart heaven hill honour horse humour HYMN Indians inflection JAMES THOMSON JOHN MILTON JOSEPH ADDISON labour land light living look Lord mercy mind morning mountain nature never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain pause peace pendulum pleasure Poor Richard says POOR RICHARD'S MAXIMS praise prayer Principal Works.-The reason religion replied rest revenge ROBERT SOUTHEY rope round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade silent sleep song soul South Stack spirit stranger sweet thee thine things THOMAS GRAY thou hast thought THRALE tion tree truth turn vale virtue voice wandering WILLIAM COWPER William Penn winds wings words 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.