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... kind ; it is just the kind of book that will interest children , and at the same time tend to influence their minds in a healthy and moral direction . Absence of Mind . Address of the Editor CONTENTS OF.
... kind ; it is just the kind of book that will interest children , and at the same time tend to influence their minds in a healthy and moral direction . Absence of Mind . Address of the Editor CONTENTS OF.
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... kind of readers belong to us ; we want young people , and young people who are scholars . Boys and girls who play about the streets and never go to school , we don't want them , we don't expect to get them , and we should not be proud ...
... kind of readers belong to us ; we want young people , and young people who are scholars . Boys and girls who play about the streets and never go to school , we don't want them , we don't expect to get them , and we should not be proud ...
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... kind . Work and Play . SHOULD be very glad to play all day , mamma , " said little Susan . " What ! all day ? " said her mother . would very soon be tired . " " Tired of playing ! " said Susan . " I fear you " I shall never be tired of ...
... kind . Work and Play . SHOULD be very glad to play all day , mamma , " said little Susan . " What ! all day ? " said her mother . would very soon be tired . " " Tired of playing ! " said Susan . " I fear you " I shall never be tired of ...
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... kind of groaning or snoring began to be heard , which grew louder and louder , with intervals of a strange sort of hissing . " That's it ! " whispered Joseph , drawing back towards the door . The servants were ready to sink ; and even ...
... kind of groaning or snoring began to be heard , which grew louder and louder , with intervals of a strange sort of hissing . " That's it ! " whispered Joseph , drawing back towards the door . The servants were ready to sink ; and even ...
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... kind , which the dog perceived , and on this account at first thought his master had returned . He began to fondle the gentleman in a very joyful manner , but finding he was mistaken , the shock was too great for him , and he retired to ...
... kind , which the dog perceived , and on this account at first thought his master had returned . He began to fondle the gentleman in a very joyful manner , but finding he was mistaken , the shock was too great for him , and he retired to ...
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Стр. 96 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 138 - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Стр. 78 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Стр. 136 - A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew, Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Стр. 120 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Стр. 6 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Стр. 88 - The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Стр. 233 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Стр. 136 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Стр. 315 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betrayed, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid Low i