Pleasant pages (by S.P. Newcombe). [With suppl., entitled] Fireside facts from the Great exhibition, Volume 5 |
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... look again at the beginning of James's reign . When Elizabeth died , she left behind her a people who had been kept under strong re- straint , and who were anxious to increase their liberty . You have heard how , under her strict ...
... look again at the beginning of James's reign . When Elizabeth died , she left behind her a people who had been kept under strong re- straint , and who were anxious to increase their liberty . You have heard how , under her strict ...
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... look at the magni- ficent view of the Thames , which seems to wind through the foliage ; but there ! I am that well - known spot . Go and not going to describe to you see it yourselves , next time you are in London , or else get an ...
... look at the magni- ficent view of the Thames , which seems to wind through the foliage ; but there ! I am that well - known spot . Go and not going to describe to you see it yourselves , next time you are in London , or else get an ...
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... them clean ; when you're a long way off , some of them look something like a row of old gentlemen , with bald heads . can be . side they swiftly glide to the transparent 13 THURSDAY . ENGLISH GEOGRAPHY , PLEASANT PAGES .
... them clean ; when you're a long way off , some of them look something like a row of old gentlemen , with bald heads . can be . side they swiftly glide to the transparent 13 THURSDAY . ENGLISH GEOGRAPHY , PLEASANT PAGES .
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... Look at them ! They shall be tamed ; then they will be my companions . Look at James , trying to tame his new friends . ON earth nought precious is obtained But what is painful too ; By travail , and to travail born , Our sabbaths are ...
... Look at them ! They shall be tamed ; then they will be my companions . Look at James , trying to tame his new friends . ON earth nought precious is obtained But what is painful too ; By travail , and to travail born , Our sabbaths are ...
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... I danced it myself . Come along ! " And while his cousin stopped to look at some moss growing on one of the trees , he ran on before a long way . ried it , and from his looking down as though 18 MONDAY . MORAL LESSON . PLEASANT PAGES .
... I danced it myself . Come along ! " And while his cousin stopped to look at some moss growing on one of the trees , he ran on before a long way . ried it , and from his looking down as though 18 MONDAY . MORAL LESSON . PLEASANT PAGES .
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Página 158 - With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
Página 48 - Oft, in the sunless April day, Thy early smile has stayed my walk ; But midst the gorgeous blooms of May, I passed thee on thy humble stalk. So they, who climb to wealth, forget The friends in darker fortunes tried. I copied them — but I regret That I should ape the ways of pride.
Página 369 - WISDOM crieth without; she uttereth her voice in the streets : she crieth in the chief place of concourse, in the openings of the gates: in the city she uttereth her words, saying, "How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? and the scorners delight in their scorning, and fools hate knowledge? turn you at my reproof: behold, I will pour out my spirit unto you, I will make known my words unto you.
Página 55 - To stir the dancing daffodil. April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet. May brings flocks of pretty lambs Skipping by their fleecy dams. June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies. Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots, and gillyflowers. August brings the sheaves of corn, Then the harvest home is borne. Warm September brings the fruit; Sportsmen then begin to shoot. Fresh October brings the pheasant; Then to gather nuts is pleasant. Dull November...
Página 345 - Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread : He feeds yon alms-house, neat, but void of state, Where Age and Want sit smiling at the gate ; Him portion'd maids, apprentic'd orphans blest, The young who labour, and the old who rest. Is any sick ? the Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes, and gives.
Página 25 - I would advise you, as you tender your life, to devise some excuse to shift off your attendance at this parliament : for God and man have concurred to punish the wickedness of this time. And think not slightly of this advertisement, but retire yourself into your country, where you may expect the event in safety. For though there be no appearance of any stir, yet, I say, they shall receive a terrible blow this parliament, and yet they shall not see who hurts them.
Página 136 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Página 136 - The poetry of earth is ceasing never: On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems to one in drowsiness half lost, The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.
Página 128 - Oh, hear a pensive prisoner's prayer, For liberty that sighs ; And never let thine heart be shut Against the wretch's cries ! For here forlorn and sad I sit, Within the wiry grate ; And tremble at the approaching morn, Which brings impending fate.
Página 25 - I say, they will receive a terrible blow this parliament, and yet they shall not see who hurts them. This counsel is not to be contemned, because it may do you good, and can do you no harm : for the danger is past, as soon as you have burned the letter. And I hope God will give you the grace to make good use of it, unto whose holy protection I commend you*.