The Juvenile Mentor; Or, Select Readings ...Picket, 1825 - 262 من الصفحات |
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... sweet and powerful , that it was heard in every part of the house . 13. Amelia would often sit for whole hours by its cage , listening to its melody . Sometimes so attentively would she gaze at it , that she would insensibly let her ...
... sweet and powerful , that it was heard in every part of the house . 13. Amelia would often sit for whole hours by its cage , listening to its melody . Sometimes so attentively would she gaze at it , that she would insensibly let her ...
الصفحة 15
... the feathered songsters , the lively and enchanting verdure of the fields , and the sweet perfumes that breathed all around them , completely quieted and composed the troubled AMERICAN SCHOOL CLASS - BOOK , No. 3 . 15 Logan, a Mingo Chief,
... the feathered songsters , the lively and enchanting verdure of the fields , and the sweet perfumes that breathed all around them , completely quieted and composed the troubled AMERICAN SCHOOL CLASS - BOOK , No. 3 . 15 Logan, a Mingo Chief,
الصفحة 135
... sweet Han- nah Lee ; but , though she wore at her labour a tortoise - shell comb in her auburne hair , and though in the kirk none were more becomingly arrayed than she , one half , at least , of her earnings , were to be reserved for ...
... sweet Han- nah Lee ; but , though she wore at her labour a tortoise - shell comb in her auburne hair , and though in the kirk none were more becomingly arrayed than she , one half , at least , of her earnings , were to be reserved for ...
الصفحة 136
... sweet season that filial piety is most beautiful . Their own Hannah had just outgrown the mere unthinking glad ness of childhood , but had not yet reached that time , when inevitable selfishness mixes with the pure current of love . The ...
... sweet season that filial piety is most beautiful . Their own Hannah had just outgrown the mere unthinking glad ness of childhood , but had not yet reached that time , when inevitable selfishness mixes with the pure current of love . The ...
الصفحة 144
... sweet Hannah into the storm , and borne her in his arms through a hundred drifted heaps - and then looked upon her in her pride , so young , so innocent , and so beautiful , she knew , that were the child indeed to become an orphan ...
... sweet Hannah into the storm , and borne her in his arms through a hundred drifted heaps - and then looked upon her in her pride , so young , so innocent , and so beautiful , she knew , that were the child indeed to become an orphan ...
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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...