Extracts for schools and families in aid of moral and religious training, selected by J.M. MorganJohn Minter Morgan 1850 |
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affections animal BATTLE OF BLENHEIM BATTLE OF BORODINO battle of Leuctra beam beauty benevolence birds blessing bliss bosom breast breath bright bull-baiting Cæsar CARDINAL MAZARIN character charity cheer Cherson child cold creature death deep delight doth earth father feel flowers habit hand happiness head heart heaven honour HOUSEHOLD DEITIES human Joseph Lancaster Julius Cæsar kind kiss knowledge labour light Liternum live look man's master mind misery moral morning mother Nature Nature's neighbouring never o'er observed ourselves pain passion peace pleasure poor possession pursuit reason rest rill rise round scene silent Sisters of Charity smile soul spacious mind spirit stars suffering Surena sweet tears temper tender thee things thou thought thousand tion toil tree truth Twas victory virtue whole wings wisdom wretched young youth
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Стр. 323 - ... -'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Стр. 147 - But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a Lover; and attired With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired; And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw...
Стр. 306 - Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Стр. 147 - Tis, finally, the man, who, lifted high, Conspicuous object in a Nation's eye, Or left unthought-of in obscurity, — Who, with a toward or untoward lot, Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or not, Plays, in the many games of life, that one Where what he most doth value must be won...
Стр. 165 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come , Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Стр. 3 - Falsely luxurious, will not man awake; And, springing from the bed of sloth, enjoy The cool, the fragrant, and the silent hour, To meditation due and sacred song?
Стр. 141 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh '"Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he, "Who fell in the great victory.
Стр. 270 - All this, and more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughen'd by those cataracts and breaks, That humour interposed too often makes...
Стр. 271 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.
Стр. 374 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares — The Poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.