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... sleep send the money to your mother ; salute her in my name ; and assure her that I shall take care of her and you . " 7. This story furnishes an excellent instance of the gratitude and duty which children owe to their aged , infirm ...
... sleep send the money to your mother ; salute her in my name ; and assure her that I shall take care of her and you . " 7. This story furnishes an excellent instance of the gratitude and duty which children owe to their aged , infirm ...
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... sleep , entirely safe and unhurt , while close by him lay the dead body of a hideous wolf , who had been killed by the faithful Gelert , while in the act of attempting to destroy the life of the child . 6. Lewellyn was struck with ...
... sleep , entirely safe and unhurt , while close by him lay the dead body of a hideous wolf , who had been killed by the faithful Gelert , while in the act of attempting to destroy the life of the child . 6. Lewellyn was struck with ...
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... sleep , The cherub boy he kiss'd . 18. No wound had he , nor harm , nor dread ; But the same couch beneath , Lay a gaunt wolf , all torn and dead , Tremendous still in death . 19. Ah , what was then Lewellyn's pain ? For now the truth ...
... sleep , The cherub boy he kiss'd . 18. No wound had he , nor harm , nor dread ; But the same couch beneath , Lay a gaunt wolf , all torn and dead , Tremendous still in death . 19. Ah , what was then Lewellyn's pain ? For now the truth ...
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... sleep within the fangs and under the jaws of his terrible patron . 5. In about twelve months , the little spaniel sickened and died . For a time , the lion did not appear to conceive other- wise than that his favorite was asleep . He ...
... sleep within the fangs and under the jaws of his terrible patron . 5. In about twelve months , the little spaniel sickened and died . For a time , the lion did not appear to conceive other- wise than that his favorite was asleep . He ...
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... sleep- -He never smiled again . 4. Hearts in that time closed o'er the trace Of vows once fondly pour'd ; And strangers took the kinsman's place At many a joyous board . Graves which true love had bathed with tears , Were left to ...
... sleep- -He never smiled again . 4. Hearts in that time closed o'er the trace Of vows once fondly pour'd ; And strangers took the kinsman's place At many a joyous board . Graves which true love had bathed with tears , Were left to ...
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The National Preceptor: Or, Selections in Prose and Poetry J. (Jesse) 1798-1872 Olney Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
The National Preceptor: Or, Selections in Prose and Poetry Jesse Olney Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2013 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
army Arth battle beauty behold black crows blood born Bowl brave Calais called Capt Cesar Charlestown Christmas Evans command Commonwealth of England cried dark dead death dervis died earth endeavored enemy eyes father fear fire Gelert give glory grave Greece ground hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honor Hornby hour Jerusalem Jews Jugurtha king LESSON live look lord master mind miserable morning never night noble o'er Ortogrul passed passion Persian Empire pleasure Pompey poor pray Pronounced Pythias redout replied returned rich Roman Rome Romulus and Remus Sir Rob slaves sleep smile Socrates soldiers soul spirit sweet tears tell temple thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus truth turned twas uncle Toby virtue voice wise words young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 331 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms— the day Battle's magnificently stern array!
Seite 159 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Seite 281 - Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love ? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir.
Seite 300 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Seite 285 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth...
Seite 253 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To be, contents his natural desire, He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire ; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Seite 159 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 298 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect...
Seite 281 - Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who having eyes see not, and having ears hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?
Seite 187 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.