The School board readers. Standard i(iii-vi), ed. by a former H.M. inspector of schools, Volume 6 |
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... kind that to my remembrance I ever saw . " " July 12th . A solemn fast - day for the plague growing upon us . 13th . Above 700 died of the plague this week . 18th . I was much troubled this day to hear at Westminster how the officers do ...
... kind that to my remembrance I ever saw . " " July 12th . A solemn fast - day for the plague growing upon us . 13th . Above 700 died of the plague this week . 18th . I was much troubled this day to hear at Westminster how the officers do ...
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... kind of fellow , I stuck my cane in the ground , and told him I would lay him a bottle of wine that he did not march up to it on a line that I drew for him in a quarter of an hour . The heap was at last distributed among the two sexes ...
... kind of fellow , I stuck my cane in the ground , and told him I would lay him a bottle of wine that he did not march up to it on a line that I drew for him in a quarter of an hour . The heap was at last distributed among the two sexes ...
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... kind of fugitive existence , a succession of similar things . I put my hand near my eyes ; it seemed to me larger than my whole body , and it hid an infinite number of objects from my view . I began to suspect that there was an illusion ...
... kind of fugitive existence , a succession of similar things . I put my hand near my eyes ; it seemed to me larger than my whole body , and it hid an infinite number of objects from my view . I began to suspect that there was an illusion ...
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... kind of sickness of the beart it was which arises from hope deferred . Upon looking nearer , I saw him pale and feverish ; in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood ; he had seen no sun , no moon , in all that ...
... kind of sickness of the beart it was which arises from hope deferred . Upon looking nearer , I saw him pale and feverish ; in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood ; he had seen no sun , no moon , in all that ...
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... kind I found Fortune at one time , the more I expected from her another ; and being now at the bottom of her wheel , every new revolution might lift , but could not depress me . I proceeded , therefore , towards London in a fine morning ...
... kind I found Fortune at one time , the more I expected from her another ; and being now at the bottom of her wheel , every new revolution might lift , but could not depress me . I proceeded , therefore , towards London in a fine morning ...
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Page 229 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 166 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 163 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Page 198 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Page 195 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 179 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Page 177 - Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, , Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere,...
Page 164 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Page 195 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 193 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...