The advanced prose and poetical reader, by A.W. BuchanAlexander Winton Buchan 1854 |
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... carrying on the work of youthful instruction . Sentiments presented to the mind in the garb of verse make a more lasting and intelligible impression than if presented in sober prose ; and in no way is the memory capable of being made ...
... carrying on the work of youthful instruction . Sentiments presented to the mind in the garb of verse make a more lasting and intelligible impression than if presented in sober prose ; and in no way is the memory capable of being made ...
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... carry themselves ; and when the facul- ties thus fail , the desire fails along with them , for nothing is desirable , when nothing can be enjoyed . Such are the evil days , which come upon us when our youth is past , and prepare the way ...
... carry themselves ; and when the facul- ties thus fail , the desire fails along with them , for nothing is desirable , when nothing can be enjoyed . Such are the evil days , which come upon us when our youth is past , and prepare the way ...
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... carrying us thither in a straight line . The arts of deceit continually grow weaker and less serviceable to those that practise them ; whereas , integrity gains strength by use ; the longer any man is in the practice of it , the greater ...
... carrying us thither in a straight line . The arts of deceit continually grow weaker and less serviceable to those that practise them ; whereas , integrity gains strength by use ; the longer any man is in the practice of it , the greater ...
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... carry along with it ? 6. To whom does it commend us ? 7. What is God here called ? 13. Is the person who has lost his char- acter for truth , believed even when he speaks the truth ? 14. Can any of you relate the fable of 8. Give ...
... carry along with it ? 6. To whom does it commend us ? 7. What is God here called ? 13. Is the person who has lost his char- acter for truth , believed even when he speaks the truth ? 14. Can any of you relate the fable of 8. Give ...
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... carrying in his arms an animal singularly marked , and about the size of a cat , seemingly of great strength and power , and furnished with immense fangs . The eyes were of a green colour ; strong claws were upon their feet ; and a ...
... carrying in his arms an animal singularly marked , and about the size of a cat , seemingly of great strength and power , and furnished with immense fangs . The eyes were of a green colour ; strong claws were upon their feet ; and a ...
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Стр. 171 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in, glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy.
Стр. 206 - TO A WATERFOWL Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Стр. 207 - There is a Power, whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Стр. 241 - Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the Vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink : Companion of the morning-star at dawn, Thyself Earth's rosy star, and of the dawn Co-herald : wake, O wake, and utter praise ! Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth ? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light ? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams...
Стр. 91 - Or those eighteen, upon whom the tower in Siloam fell, and slew them, think ye that they were sinners above all men that dwelt in Jerusalem? I tell you, Nay : but, except ye repent, ye shall all likewise perish.
Стр. 249 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Стр. 275 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word. To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Стр. 252 - Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Стр. 170 - Consider the lilies of the field; they toil not, neither do they spin: yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Стр. 254 - 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...