The English Speller: Carefully Arranged in Progressive Order, and on Practical Principles; Designed to Accompany Any School Reader |
Common terms and phrases
al low ance ben e bil i ty ble ness blige cate čed čen čept čer čess CHAPTER cial cious čis con test dent ence fec tion fect ful ly gent lect ling lous ment Nouns ous ly Plural port ra ble ri ous sion sive sly fox spect ta ble tain tate tial tinc tion ex tious tism tive trans tude ture ty un vate Verbs vert words
Popular passages
Page 116 - The wicked flee when no man pursueth : but the righteous are bold as a lion.
Page 113 - A little that a righteous man hath is better than the riches of many wicked.
Page 141 - You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven; for he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust.
Page 122 - Boast not thyself of to-morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.
Page 116 - I SAID, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue : I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.
Page 151 - CHILDREN, in years and knowledge ^ young, Your parents' hope, your parents' joy, Attend the counsels of my tongue, Let pious thoughts your minds employ. 2 If you desire a length of days, And peace to crown your mortal state, Restrain your feet from impious ways, Your lips from slander and deceit. 3 The eyes of God regard his saints, His ears are open to their cries; He sets his frowning face against The sons of violence and lies.
Page 127 - Better is the poor that walketh in his integrity, than he that is perverse in his lips, and is a fool.
Page 149 - I must be gone. He gave me life, and gives me breath, And he can save my soul from death, By Jesus Christ my only Lord, According to his holy word. He clothes my back and makes me warm ; He saves my flesh and bones from harm ; He gives me bread and milk and meat...
Page 160 - tis spent in wisdom's way, We meet old age without dismay, And death is sweet at last.
Page 127 - All the brethren of the poor do hate him; how much more do his friends go far from, him? he pursueth them with words, yet they are wanting to him.