Introduction to the English Reader, Or A Selection of Pieces: In Prose and Poetry ... To Which, by the Aid of a Key, is Scrupulously Applied Mr. Walker's Pronunciation ...
Lincoln & Edmands, 1831 - 168 pages
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àbout abóve accent amóng an’swered àre àwāy beauty behold benevolence birds blessings breast brother CHAP"TER colour cóm'fört cómpany cries delight diphthong döes duty éarly éarth endeavour eyes Fä'ther father faults favour flowers gentle give gläss gratitude ground hand happiness Hast thou hear heart heaven Henbane hön'our human insect instruction intj kind king labour léarn live look looking-glass Lord mark mind morning mother my-sélf negro never night nosegay nóthing o'er Offa pārents pâss pâssed pause peace PER'CI-VAL Pér'rin pérhāps pérson pléas'ure pleasure poor pow'r praise pron pronounce reader replied rest rich rise Sect SECTION VII slavery sleep Söc'ra-tés sorrows soul sound spirit spring stränger superiour sweet tears tempest tender thee there'före thine thing thought tree Tutor virtue voice vowel wére wings words young youth
Page 147 - And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey ; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3...
Page 86 - I voluntarily offered him all my money for one. I then came home, and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle, but disturbing all the family. My brothers, and sisters; and cousins, understanding the bargain I had made, told me I had given four times as much for it as it was worth. This put me in mind what good things I might have bought with the rest of the money ; and they laughed at me so much for my folly, that I cried with. vexation, and the reflection gave me more chagrin...
Page 108 - Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st Live well; how long or short, permit to Heaven: And now prepare thee for another sight.
Page 138 - And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too: For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play Let my first years be past, That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Page 130 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 150 - O may these thoughts possess my breast, ' Where'er I rove, where'er I rest ! ' Nor let my weaker passions dare 'Consent to sin, for God is there.
Page 134 - The young who labour and the old who rest. Is any sick ? the Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the med'cine makes and gives. Is there a variance ? enter but his door, Balk'd are the courts, and contest is no more ; Despairing quacks with curses fled the place, And vile attorneys, now a useless race.
Page 131 - Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire. Blest, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years, slide soft away In health of body; peace of mind; Quiet by day; Sound sleep by night; study and ease Together mix'd; sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please With meditation.
Page 134 - Or in proud falls magnificently lost, But clear and artless, pouring through the plain Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who tanght that heaven-directed spire to rise ? ' The Man of Ross,
Page 134 - But clear and artless, pouring through the plain, Health to the sick, and solace to the swain. Whose causeway parts the vale with shady rows ? Whose seats the weary traveller repose ? Who taught that Heaven-directed spire to rise ? " The Man of Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the Market-place, with poor o'erspread, The Man of Ross...