The Revised Lesson Book for Standard I(-vi) of the Revised Code of the Committee of Council on EducationSimpkin Marshall, 1864 - Education |
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... Eye ) . 104 . 107 . 110 118 . 122 . 129 . 132 . 137 Poor Richard's Maxims ( con- tinued ) . Society 68 Ditto ( Happiness of Animals ) . 141 Ditto ( Migration of Birds ) · 144 74 The Elder's Death - bed • • 151 156 ON EMPHASIS ON GOOD ...
... Eye ) . 104 . 107 . 110 118 . 122 . 129 . 132 . 137 Poor Richard's Maxims ( con- tinued ) . Society 68 Ditto ( Happiness of Animals ) . 141 Ditto ( Migration of Birds ) · 144 74 The Elder's Death - bed • • 151 156 ON EMPHASIS ON GOOD ...
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... eyes receive ; First ask thy heart , and then through faith believe . Slowly we wander o'er a toilsome way , Shadows of life , and pilgrims of a day . " Who restless in this world , receives a fall , " Look up on high , and thank thy ...
... eyes receive ; First ask thy heart , and then through faith believe . Slowly we wander o'er a toilsome way , Shadows of life , and pilgrims of a day . " Who restless in this world , receives a fall , " Look up on high , and thank thy ...
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... eyes towards the top of the mountain , where the air was always pure and exhilarating , the path shaded with laurels and other evergreens , and the effulgence which beamed from the face of the goddess seemed to shed a glory round her ...
... eyes towards the top of the mountain , where the air was always pure and exhilarating , the path shaded with laurels and other evergreens , and the effulgence which beamed from the face of the goddess seemed to shed a glory round her ...
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... eyes Still in thy heart , that he may see what's there . If cause require , thou art his sacrifice : Thy drops of blood must pay down all his fear . But love is lost , the way of friendship's gone , Tho ' David had his Jonathan , Christ ...
... eyes Still in thy heart , that he may see what's there . If cause require , thou art his sacrifice : Thy drops of blood must pay down all his fear . But love is lost , the way of friendship's gone , Tho ' David had his Jonathan , Christ ...
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... eyes so low ! The crows , and choughs , that wing the midway air , Show scarce so gross as beetles : half - way down Hangs one that gathers samphire - dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen , that ...
... eyes so low ! The crows , and choughs , that wing the midway air , Show scarce so gross as beetles : half - way down Hangs one that gathers samphire - dreadful trade ! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen , that ...
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accent ANDREW MARVEL BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath birds bone BORN breath called cheerful clouds cried dark death delight DIED divine doth dread earth eternal eyes faint falling father fear fire Gil Blas give grave hand happiness head hear heart heaven hill honour horse humour HYMN Indians inflection JAMES THOMSON JOHN MILTON JOSEPH ADDISON labour land light living look Lord mercy mind morning mountain nature never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pain pause peace pendulum pleasure Poor Richard says POOR RICHARD'S MAXIMS praise prayer Principal Works.-The reason religion replied rest revenge ROBERT SOUTHEY rope round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shade silent sleep song soul South Stack spirit stranger sweet thee thine things THOMAS GRAY thou hast thought THRALE tion tree truth turn vale virtue voice wandering WILLIAM COWPER William Penn winds wings words young
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Page 86 - Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood. The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Page 149 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior!
Page 21 - It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes: 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown...
Page 77 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Page 36 - Crafty men contemn studies, simple men admire them, and wise men use them: for they teach not their own use; but that is a wisdom without them and above them, won by observation.
Page 55 - How much more than is necessary do we spend in sleep; forgetting that the sleeping fox catches no poultry, and that there will be sleeping enough in the grave, as Poor Richard says.
Page 121 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain— Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon?
Page 27 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise. Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's Great Author rise...
Page 27 - Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels...
Page 131 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.