The Revised Lesson Book for Standard I(-vi) of the Revised Code of the Committee of Council on EducationSimpkin Marshall, 1864 |
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... winds the breath of fortune blows , No pow'r can turn it , and no pray'rs compose . Deep in some hermit's solitary cell , Repose , and ease , and contemplation dwell . Let conscience guide thee in the days of need ; Judge well thy own ...
... winds the breath of fortune blows , No pow'r can turn it , and no pray'rs compose . Deep in some hermit's solitary cell , Repose , and ease , and contemplation dwell . Let conscience guide thee in the days of need ; Judge well thy own ...
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... thy soul . Mark the decay , And growth of it . If , with thy Be down , then wind up both . Most surely judg'd , make thy watch , that too Since we shall be accounts agree . B 17 FILIAL PIETY . A YOUNG man , named Robert ,
... thy soul . Mark the decay , And growth of it . If , with thy Be down , then wind up both . Most surely judg'd , make thy watch , that too Since we shall be accounts agree . B 17 FILIAL PIETY . A YOUNG man , named Robert ,
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... wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Freeze , freeze , thou bitter sky , Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot ; Though thou ...
... wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Freeze , freeze , thou bitter sky , Thou dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot ; Though thou ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... winds received this song ; - " What should we do but sing His praise , That led us through the watery maze , Unto an isle so long unknown , And yet far kinder than our own . " Where He the huge sea - monsters racks , That lift the deep ...
... winds received this song ; - " What should we do but sing His praise , That led us through the watery maze , Unto an isle so long unknown , And yet far kinder than our own . " Where He the huge sea - monsters racks , That lift the deep ...
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accent ANDREW MARVEL BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath birds bone BORN breath called cheerful clouds cried dark death delight DIED divine doth dread earth eternal eyes faint falling father fear fire Gil Blas give grave hand happiness head hear heart heaven hill honour horse humour HYMN Indians inflection JAMES THOMSON JOHN MILTON JOSEPH ADDISON labour land light living look Lord mercy mind morning mountain nature never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain pause peace pendulum pleasure Poor Richard says POOR RICHARD'S MAXIMS praise prayer Principal Works.-The reason religion replied rest revenge ROBERT SOUTHEY rope round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade silent sleep song soul South Stack spirit stranger sweet thee thine things THOMAS GRAY thou hast thought THRALE tion tree truth turn vale virtue voice wandering WILLIAM COWPER William Penn winds wings words young
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الصفحة 86 - Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
الصفحة 149 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior!
الصفحة 21 - It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown...
الصفحة 77 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
الصفحة 36 - Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them: for they teach not their own use; but that is a wisdom without them and above them, won by observation.
الصفحة 55 - How much more than is necessary do we spend in sleep; forgetting that the sleeping fox catches no poultry, and that there will be sleeping enough in the grave, as Poor Richard says.
الصفحة 121 - 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! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon?
الصفحة 27 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise. Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's Great Author rise...
الصفحة 27 - Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels...
الصفحة 131 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.