The Juvenile Companion and Fireside Reader: Consisting of Historical and Biographical Anecdotes, and Selections in PoetryHarper & Bros., 1846 - 252 стор. |
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... hath roused the land , Light up the beacon - pyre ! A hundred hills have seen the brand , And waved the sign of fire . A hundred banners to the breeze Their gorgeous folds have cast- And hark ! was that the sound of seas ? — A king to ...
... hath roused the land , Light up the beacon - pyre ! A hundred hills have seen the brand , And waved the sign of fire . A hundred banners to the breeze Their gorgeous folds have cast- And hark ! was that the sound of seas ? — A king to ...
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... hath He lies where pearls lie deep ; He was the loved of all , yet none O'er his low bed may weep . one , One sleeps where southern vines are drest , Above the noble slain ; He wrapped his colors round his breast , On a blood red field ...
... hath He lies where pearls lie deep ; He was the loved of all , yet none O'er his low bed may weep . one , One sleeps where southern vines are drest , Above the noble slain ; He wrapped his colors round his breast , On a blood red field ...
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... hath lost the chord That breathed the mystic tone , And the songs at Rome's high triumphs poured , Are with her eagles flown . And mute the Moorish horn , that rang O'er stream and mountain free , And the hymn the leagued Crusaders sang ...
... hath lost the chord That breathed the mystic tone , And the songs at Rome's high triumphs poured , Are with her eagles flown . And mute the Moorish horn , that rang O'er stream and mountain free , And the hymn the leagued Crusaders sang ...
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... hath in heaven its perfect rest ; It soweth here with toil and care , But the harvest - time of love is there . Oh ! when her mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy , Hath she not then , for pains and fears , JUVENILE ...
... hath in heaven its perfect rest ; It soweth here with toil and care , But the harvest - time of love is there . Oh ! when her mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy , Hath she not then , for pains and fears , JUVENILE ...
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Consisting of Historical and Biographical Anecdotes, and Selections in Poetry John Lauris Blake. Hath she not then , for pains and fears , The day of wo , the watchful night , For all her sorrow , all her tears , An overpayment of ...
Consisting of Historical and Biographical Anecdotes, and Selections in Poetry John Lauris Blake. Hath she not then , for pains and fears , The day of wo , the watchful night , For all her sorrow , all her tears , An overpayment of ...
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Сторінка 74 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Сторінка 106 - Several of our Young People were formerly brought up at the Colleges of the Northern Provinces; they were instructed in all your Sciences; but when they came back to us, they were bad Runners, ignorant of every means of living in the Woods, unable to bear either Cold or Hunger, knew neither how to build a Cabin, take a Deer, or kill an Enemy, spoke our Language imperfectly; were therefore neither fit for Hunters, Warriors, or Counsellors; they were totally good for nothing. We are however not the...
Сторінка 93 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school...
Сторінка 36 - Happy the man*, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Сторінка 64 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man! How passing wonder He who made him such, Who centred in our make such strange extremes! From different natures marvellously mixed, Connection exquisite of distant worlds! Distinguished link in being's endless chain! Midway from nothing to the Deity!
Сторінка 70 - He that holds fast the golden mean, And lives contentedly between The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbitteriug all his state.
Сторінка 120 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, — For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, — And thou must die.
Сторінка 154 - In short, the way to wealth, if you desire it, is as plain as the way to market. It depends chiefly on two words, industry and frugality ; that is, waste neither time nor money, but make the best use of both.
Сторінка 28 - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.