The School board readers. Standard i(iii-vi), ed. by a former H.M. inspector of schools, Volume 6 |
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... Poor Lost Lad 113 HUGH MILLER , Old Red Sandstone LORD LYTTON , Vance and Lionel at the Fair , 123 ; Uncle Jack WILLIAM M. THACKERAY , The Last Days of Colonel Newcombe CHARLES DICKENS , Death of Paul Dombey , 130 ; A Coach - drive ...
... Poor Lost Lad 113 HUGH MILLER , Old Red Sandstone LORD LYTTON , Vance and Lionel at the Fair , 123 ; Uncle Jack WILLIAM M. THACKERAY , The Last Days of Colonel Newcombe CHARLES DICKENS , Death of Paul Dombey , 130 ; A Coach - drive ...
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... poor man had nothing for him to eat , but promised him good butter - milk ; and so he was once more left alone , his companion , how weary soever , departing from him before day , the poor man of the house knowing no more than that he ...
... poor man had nothing for him to eat , but promised him good butter - milk ; and so he was once more left alone , his companion , how weary soever , departing from him before day , the poor man of the house knowing no more than that he ...
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... poor host had then on . Though he had foreseen that he must leave his boots , and his landlord had taken the best care he could to provide an old pair of shoes , yet they were not easy to him when he first put them on , and in a short ...
... poor host had then on . Though he had foreseen that he must leave his boots , and his landlord had taken the best care he could to provide an old pair of shoes , yet they were not easy to him when he first put them on , and in a short ...
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... poor inhabitants were dispersed about St. George's Fields and Moorfields , as far as Highgate , and several miles in circle , some under tents , some under miserable huts and hovels , many without a rag or any necessary utensils , bed ...
... poor inhabitants were dispersed about St. George's Fields and Moorfields , as far as Highgate , and several miles in circle , some under tents , some under miserable huts and hovels , many without a rag or any necessary utensils , bed ...
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... poor creatures ' bodies , beds , & c . Sir Thomas Gresham's statue , though fallen from its niche in the Royal Exchange , remained entire , when all those of the kings since the Conquest were broken to pieces ; also the standard in ...
... poor creatures ' bodies , beds , & c . Sir Thomas Gresham's statue , though fallen from its niche in the Royal Exchange , remained entire , when all those of the kings since the Conquest were broken to pieces ; also the standard in ...
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Popular passages
Page 229 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 166 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 163 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Page 198 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Page 195 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 179 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Page 177 - Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, , Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere,...
Page 164 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Page 195 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 193 - 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...