Introduction to the American Common-school Reader and Speaker: Comprising Selections in Prose and Verse, with Elementary Rules and Exercises in PronunciationC. Tappan, 1845 - 288 страница |
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... dark had been my path without thee , As a long night of varied , fearful dreams . Ages have passed , since first thy matchless splendor Burst on the nations , turning night to day ! Since then , with God thy fountain and defender ...
... dark had been my path without thee , As a long night of varied , fearful dreams . Ages have passed , since first thy matchless splendor Burst on the nations , turning night to day ! Since then , with God thy fountain and defender ...
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... dark ; and although he knew the sufferer to be a pale - face , yet he could not distinguish his features . The Mexican begged for a drop of water ; and the Indian dashed into a neighboring thicket , to procure it for him . As soon as ...
... dark ; and although he knew the sufferer to be a pale - face , yet he could not distinguish his features . The Mexican begged for a drop of water ; and the Indian dashed into a neighboring thicket , to procure it for him . As soon as ...
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... dark , That roll along the skies . God keep these cheery mariners ! And temper all the gales , That sweep against the rocky coast , To their storm - shattered sails ; And men on shore will bless the ship That could so guided be , Safe ...
... dark , That roll along the skies . God keep these cheery mariners ! And temper all the gales , That sweep against the rocky coast , To their storm - shattered sails ; And men on shore will bless the ship That could so guided be , Safe ...
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... dark with woods , In Columbia's bosom lie . Thither , thither would I roam ; There my children may be free : I for them will find a home , They shall find a grave for me . Though my father's bones afar In their native land repose , Yet ...
... dark with woods , In Columbia's bosom lie . Thither , thither would I roam ; There my children may be free : I for them will find a home , They shall find a grave for me . Though my father's bones afar In their native land repose , Yet ...
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... stronger creep , · Deeper darkness stealing round , – Now , as rocked , I sink to sleep , ' Mid the wild wind's lulling sound . -- EXERCISE XL . THE SAILOR BOY.- Dr. Bacon . At 80 INTRODUCTION TO THE AMERICAN Migration of the Creek Indians.
... stronger creep , · Deeper darkness stealing round , – Now , as rocked , I sink to sleep , ' Mid the wild wind's lulling sound . -- EXERCISE XL . THE SAILOR BOY.- Dr. Bacon . At 80 INTRODUCTION TO THE AMERICAN Migration of the Creek Indians.
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Страница 130 - Week in, week out, from morn till night You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Страница 131 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Страница 130 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise : He needs must think of her once more How in the grave she lies, And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Страница 27 - When Jesus heard that, he said, This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God might be glorified thereby.
Страница 166 - Hitherto shalt thou come and no farther, and here shall thy proud waves be stayed.
Страница 28 - Jesus answered, Are there not twelve hours in the day ? If any man walk in the day, he stumbleth not, because he seeth the light of this world. 10 But if a man walk in the night, he stumbleth, because there is no light in him.
Страница 28 - Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection and the life : he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this ? She saith unto him, Yea, Lord : I believe that thou art the Christ the Son of God, which should come into the world.
Страница 26 - When he had thus spoken, he spat on the ground and made clay of the spittle, and he anointed the eyes of the blind man with the clay. And said unto him, Go, wash in the pool of Siloam (which is by interpretation, Sent). He went his way, therefore, and washed, and came seeing.
Страница 29 - And Jesus lifted up his eyes, and said, Father, I thank thee that thou hast heard me. And I knew that thou hearest me always ; but because of the people which stand by, I said it, that they may believe that thou hast sent me.
Страница 130 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.