The School board readers. Standard i(iii-vi), ed. by a former H.M. inspector of schools, Volumen6 |
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... by others ; but that would be only in the less important arguments , and the meaner sort of books ; else distilled books are , like common distilled waters , flashy things . Reading maketh a full man ; conference a ready man.
... by others ; but that would be only in the less important arguments , and the meaner sort of books ; else distilled books are , like common distilled waters , flashy things . Reading maketh a full man ; conference a ready man.
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... less capable , less knowing , less eagerly pursuing of the truth , unless ye make yourselves , that made us so , less the lovers , less the founders of our true liberty . We can grow ignorant again , brutish , formal , and slavish , as ...
... less capable , less knowing , less eagerly pursuing of the truth , unless ye make yourselves , that made us so , less the lovers , less the founders of our true liberty . We can grow ignorant again , brutish , formal , and slavish , as ...
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... less torment , what hazard soever he run . But his stout guide still prevailed with him to make a new attempt , sometimes promising that the way should be better , and sometimes assuring him that he had but little farther to go ; and in ...
... less torment , what hazard soever he run . But his stout guide still prevailed with him to make a new attempt , sometimes promising that the way should be better , and sometimes assuring him that he had but little farther to go ; and in ...
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... less . It now pleased God , by abating the wind , and by the industry of the people , infusing a new spirit into them , that the fury of it began sensibly to abate about noon , so as it came no farther than the Temple westward , nor ...
... less . It now pleased God , by abating the wind , and by the industry of the people , infusing a new spirit into them , that the fury of it began sensibly to abate about noon , so as it came no farther than the Temple westward , nor ...
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... less he finds of difference between them and other men , though they are both princes of great nobleness and spirits . The Duke of Monmouth is the most skittish , leaping gallant that ever I saw , always in action , vaulting or leaping ...
... less he finds of difference between them and other men , though they are both princes of great nobleness and spirits . The Duke of Monmouth is the most skittish , leaping gallant that ever I saw , always in action , vaulting or leaping ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 229 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Página 166 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Página 163 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Página 198 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Página 195 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 179 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Página 177 - Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, , Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere,...
Página 164 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Página 195 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Página 193 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...