The Juvenile Mentor; Or, Select Readings ...Picket, 1825 - 262 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 7
... boy who had a gun in his hand saw it , and shot the poor thing through its ... little birds could not think why their mother stayed so long from them , and ... little bird , that was left in the nest , did not die so soon , for it lived ...
... boy who had a gun in his hand saw it , and shot the poor thing through its ... little birds could not think why their mother stayed so long from them , and ... little bird , that was left in the nest , did not die so soon , for it lived ...
الصفحة 8
... little girl said she would be sure to keep it very choice . 3. But it was not long before she forgot to put it into ... boy was often more admired for beauty , than the little girl . They were both very young , and happened one day to be ...
... little girl said she would be sure to keep it very choice . 3. But it was not long before she forgot to put it into ... boy was often more admired for beauty , than the little girl . They were both very young , and happened one day to be ...
الصفحة 9
Albert Picket. that a boy , who was born to be a man , should make so free with a piece of furniture , which entirely ... little Amelia quite in love with them . 66 2. " Will you buy a pretty bird or two , little girl ? " said the man ...
Albert Picket. that a boy , who was born to be a man , should make so free with a piece of furniture , which entirely ... little Amelia quite in love with them . 66 2. " Will you buy a pretty bird or two , little girl ? " said the man ...
الصفحة 14
... little , cried in a very low tone , as if it were calling for its mother . It would be impossible to express little Matilda's joy on this occasion . 7. She covered the lamb in ... Little Boy and his Father . 1. On one 14 JUVENILE MENTOR .
... little , cried in a very low tone , as if it were calling for its mother . It would be impossible to express little Matilda's joy on this occasion . 7. She covered the lamb in ... Little Boy and his Father . 1. On one 14 JUVENILE MENTOR .
الصفحة 15
... little boy ; for just as they were ready to set out , the sky darkened all at once , the clouds grew thick , and a tempes- tuous wind bent down the trees , and raised a cloud of dust . 3. The little boy was running up and down in the ...
... little boy ; for just as they were ready to set out , the sky darkened all at once , the clouds grew thick , and a tempes- tuous wind bent down the trees , and raised a cloud of dust . 3. The little boy was running up and down in the ...
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affection Amelia appeared Arachne arms Balance of Happiness beauty behold bird blessing bosom brethren brother Cæsar captain cheerful Cherry child cried Cusco daughter dear death delight duty earth Egypt endeavour Euphronius eyes father favour fear feel fell flowers fortune Freeport fruit garden give glory gratitude hand Hannah Hannah Lee happiness hast heard heart heaven Heraclitus honour hope human Ibraim Joseph labour Lake Ontario Lamprocles liberty little boy little girl live look louis-d'ors mankind Mazzarino Mendez mind morning mother Mount Etna Mount Vesuvius mountain nature never night obliged pain Pandarus parents passed peace Perrin person pity pleasure poor Powhatan Pythias Saguntum scene Sicily sisters slaves snow Socrates soon sorrow soul spring suffer sweet tears tenderness thee thing thou thought tion tree unto Venetian virtue voice walk wisdom wish young youth
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الصفحة 87 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
الصفحة 255 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...
الصفحة 252 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black...
الصفحة 249 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that...
الصفحة 191 - Gladness grew in me upon the discovery of so delightful a scene. I •wished for the wings of an eagle, that I might fly away to those happy seats ; but the Genius told me there was no passage to them, except through the gates of death that I saw opening every moment upon the bridge. "The islands...
الصفحة 247 - The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, 'This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
الصفحة 247 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
الصفحة 249 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
الصفحة 248 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
الصفحة 249 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the whilst? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...