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The Franklin Fourth Reader: For the Use of Public and Private Schools ...
G. S. Hillard
No preview available - 2016
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Page xxviii - And when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon his head, and a reed in his right hand ; and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him, saying, Hail, king of the Jews ! And they spit upon him, and took the reed, and smote him on the head.
Page 139 - THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 2 The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God Himself is found.
Page 120 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white.
Page xxiii - To arms! they come! the Greek! the Greek!" He woke — to die midst flame and smoke, And shout, and groan, and...
Page 63 - All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all.
Page xxix - 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.
Page 121 - I live for those who love me, Whose hearts are kind and true ; For the heaven that smiles above me...
Page 212 - I was in my working dress, my best clothes being to come round by sea. I was dirty from my journey; my pockets were stuffed out with shirts and stockings, and I knew no soul nor where to look for lodging.