The Juvenile Mentor; Or, Select Readings ...Picket, 1825 - 262 стор. |
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... give children such lessons in reading as are suited to their tender capacities , to teach them to make the sentiments , as it were , their own , and to ~ ( RECAP ) 98 express them as they would to their playmates in telling Rules for ...
... give children such lessons in reading as are suited to their tender capacities , to teach them to make the sentiments , as it were , their own , and to ~ ( RECAP ) 98 express them as they would to their playmates in telling Rules for ...
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... in the following pages , been made : and also to imbue the minds of the rising generation , with the pure principles and sentiments of virtue , piety , and patriotism . RULES FOR READING . 1. Give the letters their proper PREFACE . iv.
... in the following pages , been made : and also to imbue the minds of the rising generation , with the pure principles and sentiments of virtue , piety , and patriotism . RULES FOR READING . 1. Give the letters their proper PREFACE . iv.
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... Give every sentence , and member of a sentence , that inflection of voice which tends to improve either the sound or the sense . 8. A thorough knowledge of the two slides or inflections of the voice ought to be obtained . Without a very ...
... Give every sentence , and member of a sentence , that inflection of voice which tends to improve either the sound or the sense . 8. A thorough knowledge of the two slides or inflections of the voice ought to be obtained . Without a very ...
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... give her one . But she soon let that be spoiled , as the others had been . 5. All her friends grew tired of giving her books , when they saw that she took no care of them ; and she was obliged at last to go without any to read in . 6 ...
... give her one . But she soon let that be spoiled , as the others had been . 5. All her friends grew tired of giving her books , when they saw that she took no care of them ; and she was obliged at last to go without any to read in . 6 ...
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... give me leave . If you will stop a little while , I will let you know . " So away she ran up stairs to her father , while the bird - man put down his cage at the door . 66 3. Amelia ran into her father's chamber quite out of breath ...
... give me leave . If you will stop a little while , I will let you know . " So away she ran up stairs to her father , while the bird - man put down his cage at the door . 66 3. Amelia ran into her father's chamber quite out of breath ...
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Сторінка 87 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Сторінка 255 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...
Сторінка 252 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black...
Сторінка 249 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that...
Сторінка 191 - Gladness grew in me upon the discovery of so delightful a scene. I •wished for the wings of an eagle, that I might fly away to those happy seats ; but the Genius told me there was no passage to them, except through the gates of death that I saw opening every moment upon the bridge. "The islands...
Сторінка 247 - The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, 'This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Сторінка 247 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Сторінка 249 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Сторінка 248 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Сторінка 249 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the whilst? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...