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Introduction to the English Reader, Or a Selection of Pieces in Prose and ...
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animal Arachne beauty Behold betimes birds blessings blest bloom bosom bread breast CANUTE cheerful cloth coloured creature cried darkness reigns dear delight e'er earth edition English Euphronius ev'ry eyes father Father Divine favour fear flow'r fruit gen'rous give glory Grammar green ground half bound hand happiness hast hear Heav'n heav'nly infant instruction kind labour lamb Lindley Murray live look looking-glass Lord louis-d'ors lovely tribes mind morning mother nature ne'er never night nosegay o'er OFFA op'ning parents passions peace Perrin plain Plates pleasure poor pow'r praise Price pursue reader replied rest rill rise rose SECTION VIII shar'd shine silent tongue sing skies sleep Socrates sorrows soul spring stranger stream sweet tears tender thee thine thing thou thought tree TUTOR Twill uncertain path virtue voice walk watts wings words ye dear young youth
Page 199 - 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 205 - Ross, each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread, The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread : He feeds yon almshouse, neat but void of state, Where age and want sit smiling at the gate ; Him portion'd maids, apprentic'd orphans bless' d, 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.
Page 180 - I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play, When they are angry, -roar like lions for their prey.
Page 227 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Page 204 - She guides the young, with innocence, In pleasure's path to tread ; A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head.
Page 123 - I might have bought with the rest of the money; and laughed at me so much for my folly, that I cried with vexation; and the reflection gave me more chagrin than the whistle gave me pleasure.
Page 124 - Don't give too much for the whistle ; and I saved my money.
Page 189 - To thee, almighty God, to thee, Our childhood we resign ; 'Twill please us to look back and see That our whole lives were thine.
Page 124 - I, too much for his whistle. If I knew a miser, who gave up every kind of comfortable living, all the pleasure of doing good to others, all the esteem of his fellow-citizens, and the joys of benevolent friendship, for the sake of accumulating wealth, Poor man, said I, you pay too much for your whistle.
Page 146 - ... a woman, returning from the labors of the field, stopped to observe me, and, perceiving that I was weary and dejected, inquired into my situation, which I briefly explained to her ; whereupon, with looks of great compassion, she took up my saddle and bridle, and told me to follow her.