The English Reader; Or, Pieces in Prose and Verse, from the Best Writers: Designed to Assist Young Persons to Read with Propriety and Effect; Improve Their Language and Sentiments; and to Inculcate the Most Important Principles of Piety and Virtue. : With a Few Preliminary Observations on the Principles of Good ReadingW. and J. Bolles, 1842 - 252 pages |
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... look . Unless we could see farther , and discern what joy , or what bitterness , his heart feels , we can pronounce little concerning him . The book is well written ; and I have perused it with plea- sure and profit . It shows , first ...
... look . Unless we could see farther , and discern what joy , or what bitterness , his heart feels , we can pronounce little concerning him . The book is well written ; and I have perused it with plea- sure and profit . It shows , first ...
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... look for in this vain and uncertain world ? How little can the greatest prosperity add to such a state ? Will any future situation ever make us happy , if now , with so few causes of grief , we imagine ourselves miserable ? The evil ...
... look for in this vain and uncertain world ? How little can the greatest prosperity add to such a state ? Will any future situation ever make us happy , if now , with so few causes of grief , we imagine ourselves miserable ? The evil ...
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... look with a more impartial eye on the world , they would see themselves surrounded with suf- ferers ; and find that they are only drinking out of that mixed cup , which providence has prepared for all . " I will restore thy daughter ...
... look with a more impartial eye on the world , they would see themselves surrounded with suf- ferers ; and find that they are only drinking out of that mixed cup , which providence has prepared for all . " I will restore thy daughter ...
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... look impartially about us , we shall find , that every day has likewise its plea- sures and its joys . We should cherish sentiments of charity towards all men . The Author of all gcod , nourishes much piety and virtue in hearts that are ...
... look impartially about us , we shall find , that every day has likewise its plea- sures and its joys . We should cherish sentiments of charity towards all men . The Author of all gcod , nourishes much piety and virtue in hearts that are ...
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... look up to them with eager eyes for that bread which they can hardly procure ; multitudes groaning under sickness in desolate cottages , untended and unmourned ; ina- ny , apparently in a better situation of life , pining away in se ...
... look up to them with eager eyes for that bread which they can hardly procure ; multitudes groaning under sickness in desolate cottages , untended and unmourned ; ina- ny , apparently in a better situation of life , pining away in se ...
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Antiparos appear Archbishop of Cambray attention beauty behold BLAIR blessing breast breath Caius Verres cheerful dark death delight Dioclesian distant soil distress divine dread earth enjoy enjoyment envy eternal ev'ry evil fall father fear feel folly fortune friendship give ground happiness hast Hazael heart heav'n Heraclitus honour hope hour human infant bed Jugurtha kind king labours live look Lord mankind mercy Micipsa midst Mighty winds mind misery mountains nature nature's never night Numidia o'er ourselves pain passions pause peace person pleasure possession pow'r praise pride proper Pythias reading religion render rest rich rising scene SECTION sense sentiments shade shine Sicily smiles song sorrow soul sound spirit spring sweet tears temper tempest thee things thou thought tion toil truth Tuning sweet vale vice virtue voice wisdom wise ye tings youth zolitude
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Page 218 - On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 230 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd 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...
Page 229 - Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher, Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never Is, but always to be blest ; The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Page 230 - 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
Page 178 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Page 23 - A soft answer turneth away wrath : but grievous words stir up anger.
Page 99 - Now therefore when I come to thy servant my father, and the lad be not with us; seeing that his life is bound up in the lad's life...
Page 230 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To be, contents his natural desire, He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire ; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Page 216 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 219 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices, all ye living Souls ; ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven's gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.