The girl's first help to reading; or, Selections from the best authors, by T.A. BuckleyG. Routledge & Company, 1854 - 184 pages |
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... told them that , about seventeen hundred years ago , there were two large cities , called Herculaneum and Pompeii , situated near the foot of Mount Vesuvius ; that a volcano burst out from the top of the mountain , and , in one night ...
... told them that , about seventeen hundred years ago , there were two large cities , called Herculaneum and Pompeii , situated near the foot of Mount Vesuvius ; that a volcano burst out from the top of the mountain , and , in one night ...
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... told to us by others , may be false , or we may forget it by the weakness of the impression it made ; but that which we see . with our own eyes , or otherwise perceive with our own senses , is proof against accidents , against time ...
... told to us by others , may be false , or we may forget it by the weakness of the impression it made ; but that which we see . with our own eyes , or otherwise perceive with our own senses , is proof against accidents , against time ...
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... his drooping soul , And slowly down his wrinkled cheek The big round tears were seen to roll , And told the thanks he could not speak . The children , too , began to sigh , And 20 10 THE GIRL'S FIRST HELP TO READING . Anonymous.
... his drooping soul , And slowly down his wrinkled cheek The big round tears were seen to roll , And told the thanks he could not speak . The children , too , began to sigh , And 20 10 THE GIRL'S FIRST HELP TO READING . Anonymous.
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... told no one - that Walter would always come to her , after an outburst of impatience or bad feeling , and ask her forgiveness . She knew that he loved her , his father , brother , and little sister intensely : so she was patient , and ...
... told no one - that Walter would always come to her , after an outburst of impatience or bad feeling , and ask her forgiveness . She knew that he loved her , his father , brother , and little sister intensely : so she was patient , and ...
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... told her artless story with great earnestness , pre- sented her father's letter . Lady Clarendon was very kind to little Lucy , but told her plainly that she did not dare ask her father's life , because her husband was already suspected ...
... told her artless story with great earnestness , pre- sented her father's letter . Lady Clarendon was very kind to little Lucy , but told her plainly that she did not dare ask her father's life , because her husband was already suspected ...
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Page 53 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
Page 30 - Turn, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale, With hospitable ray. " For here forlorn and lost I tread, With fainting steps and slow ; Where wilds immeasurably spread Seem lengthening as I go." " Forbear, my son," the hermit cries, " To tempt the dangerous gloom ; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom.
Page 58 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Page 46 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Page 46 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?
Page 166 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge!
Page 99 - O flowers That never will in other climate grow, My early visitation, and my last At even, which I bred up with tender hand From the first opening bud, and gave ye names, Who now shall rear ye to the sun, or rank Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount...
Page 67 - THERE was a roaring in the wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing in the distant woods...
Page 71 - While he was talking thus, the lonely place, The old Man's shape, and speech — all troubled me: In my mind's eye I seemed to see him pace About the weary moors continually, Wandering about alone and silently. While I these thoughts within myself pursued, He, having made a pause, the same discourse renewed.
Page 106 - O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness...