Cobb's Sequel to the Juvenile Readers: Comprising a Selection of Lessons in Prose and Poetry, from Highly Esteemed American Writers : Designed for the Use of Higher Classes in Schools and Academies : and to Impress the Minds of Youth with Sentiments of Virtue and ReligionHarper & Bros., 1834 - 215 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 19
... flower new blown , or human face divine , But we have caught new life , and wider thrown The door of reason open , and have stored In memory's secret chamber , for dark years Of age and weariness , the food of thought , And thus ...
... flower new blown , or human face divine , But we have caught new life , and wider thrown The door of reason open , and have stored In memory's secret chamber , for dark years Of age and weariness , the food of thought , And thus ...
الصفحة 20
... flowers , wither in our hands , and lose their fra grance but these unfading plants of Paradise become , as we are accustomed to them , still more and more beautiful ; their bloom appears to be daily heightened ; fresh odours are ...
... flowers , wither in our hands , and lose their fra grance but these unfading plants of Paradise become , as we are accustomed to them , still more and more beautiful ; their bloom appears to be daily heightened ; fresh odours are ...
الصفحة 39
... flowers reminded one of his murmur . A few insects were dancing in the air , and here and there some little moorland bird , touched at the heart with the warm , sunny change , was piping his love - sweet song among the braes . 3. It was ...
... flowers reminded one of his murmur . A few insects were dancing in the air , and here and there some little moorland bird , touched at the heart with the warm , sunny change , was piping his love - sweet song among the braes . 3. It was ...
الصفحة 43
... flower on which ye sit ; not fear . Oh , death why , cruel monster , ou seize on one so young , so active , full of hope ? Why wreak thy vengeance bud of genius , unopened yet ripening hand of time , but opening nfolding seeds of ...
... flower on which ye sit ; not fear . Oh , death why , cruel monster , ou seize on one so young , so active , full of hope ? Why wreak thy vengeance bud of genius , unopened yet ripening hand of time , but opening nfolding seeds of ...
الصفحة 45
... flower , and rest , and sip its sweets ; His busy hand shall not disturb your rest , Nor his foot shake the flower on which ye sit ; Ye need not fear . Oh , death why , cruel monster , Didst thou seize on one so young , so active , And ...
... flower , and rest , and sip its sweets ; His busy hand shall not disturb your rest , Nor his foot shake the flower on which ye sit ; Ye need not fear . Oh , death why , cruel monster , Didst thou seize on one so young , so active , And ...
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الصفحة 191 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutored mind Sees GOD in clouds, or hears Him in the wind ; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way...
الصفحة 23 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.
الصفحة 191 - Pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes, Men would be Angels, Angels would be Gods. Aspiring to be Gods, if Angels fell, Aspiring to be Angels, Men rebel: And who but wishes to invert the laws Of Order, sins against th
الصفحة 196 - For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies...
الصفحة 83 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
الصفحة 109 - 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!
الصفحة 54 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course?
الصفحة 126 - Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw: Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite...
الصفحة 190 - The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed today, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
الصفحة 79 - Tis life to feel the night-wind That lifts his tossing mane. A moment in the British camp — A moment — and away, Back to the pathless forest Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs; Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven...