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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... waves spread apart . Unwearied , and in his original form , the stream came down , and continued his course ; for he was a son of nature , and was born on the mountain . He was young , and took his own path . Gentle nature errs not in ...
... waves spread apart . Unwearied , and in his original form , the stream came down , and continued his course ; for he was a son of nature , and was born on the mountain . He was young , and took his own path . Gentle nature errs not in ...
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... waves , As bounding and as free . They whistle when the storm - bird wheels , In circles , round the mast ; And sing when , deep in foam , the ship Plows onward to the blast . What care the mariners for gales ? There's music in their ...
... waves , As bounding and as free . They whistle when the storm - bird wheels , In circles , round the mast ; And sing when , deep in foam , the ship Plows onward to the blast . What care the mariners for gales ? There's music in their ...
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... waves , the herds Of the dread sea - horse to view . We'll pass the shores of solemn pine , Where wolves and black bears prowl ; And away to the rocky isles of mist , To rouse the northern fowl . Up there shall start ten thousand wings ...
... waves , the herds Of the dread sea - horse to view . We'll pass the shores of solemn pine , Where wolves and black bears prowl ; And away to the rocky isles of mist , To rouse the northern fowl . Up there shall start ten thousand wings ...
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... waves , roaring in perpetual flow , Stopped for awhile , and sighed , to answer , ' No. And thou , serenest moon , That , with so holy face , Dost look upon the world Asleep in night's embrace ; Tell me , in all thy round , Hast thou ...
... waves , roaring in perpetual flow , Stopped for awhile , and sighed , to answer , ' No. And thou , serenest moon , That , with so holy face , Dost look upon the world Asleep in night's embrace ; Tell me , in all thy round , Hast thou ...
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... wave above thy head , Yet still thou journeyest on ; Treading the tangled wild - wood clear , Piercing the mountain glen , Till weariedly thou drawest near The haunts of lonely men . Strange is thine aspect to their eyes , Strange is ...
... wave above thy head , Yet still thou journeyest on ; Treading the tangled wild - wood clear , Piercing the mountain glen , Till weariedly thou drawest near The haunts of lonely men . Strange is thine aspect to their eyes , Strange is ...
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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.