The National Preceptor: Or, Selections in Prose and Poetry: Consisting of Narrative, Descriptive, Argumentative, Didactic, Pathetic, and Humorous Pieces; Together with Dialogues, Addresses, Orations, Speeches. &c. Calculated to Improve the Scholar in Reading and Speaking; and to Impress the Minds of Youth with Sentiments of Piety and Virtue. Designed for the Use of Schools and AcademiesPratt, Woodford, Farmer, and Brace, 1854 - 324 páginas |
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... blood , still endeavored to crawl toward his master , as if to tax him with ingratitude . 7. The merchant could not bear the sight ; he spurred on his horse , with a heart full of sorrow , and lamented that ne had taken a journey which ...
... blood , still endeavored to crawl toward his master , as if to tax him with ingratitude . 7. The merchant could not bear the sight ; he spurred on his horse , with a heart full of sorrow , and lamented that ne had taken a journey which ...
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... blood gushed from his nostrils , and soon almost covered the fore part of his body . 16. He had now arrived within a mile of the river , when he distinctly heard the appalling sound of footsteps behind him , and every instant expected ...
... blood gushed from his nostrils , and soon almost covered the fore part of his body . 16. He had now arrived within a mile of the river , when he distinctly heard the appalling sound of footsteps behind him , and every instant expected ...
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... blood of an Indian . 4. The old savage covered his face with both his hands , and bowed down his head . After remaining some time in this atti- tude , he looked at the young officer , and said in a tone of min- gled tenderness and grief ...
... blood of an Indian . 4. The old savage covered his face with both his hands , and bowed down his head . After remaining some time in this atti- tude , he looked at the young officer , and said in a tone of min- gled tenderness and grief ...
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... blood . 5. Pouring in now from every quarter , were seen crowds of sturdy peasants , with flushed cheeks and flaming eyes , eager for battle ! Even age itself forgot its wonted infirmities : and hands , long palsied with years , threw ...
... blood . 5. Pouring in now from every quarter , were seen crowds of sturdy peasants , with flushed cheeks and flaming eyes , eager for battle ! Even age itself forgot its wonted infirmities : and hands , long palsied with years , threw ...
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... blood . 3. Alarmed at the spectacle , the master pressed onward to the spot where his child's bed was placed , which he found overturned , and the covering and floor stained with blood , but no child to be seen . 4. After calling with a ...
... blood . 3. Alarmed at the spectacle , the master pressed onward to the spot where his child's bed was placed , which he found overturned , and the covering and floor stained with blood , but no child to be seen . 4. After calling with a ...
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The National Preceptor, Or, Selections in Prose and Poetry ... Jesse Olney Visualização integral - 1831 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
army battle battle of Zama beauty black crows blood born Bowl brave Calais Capt Cesar Charlestown Christmas Evans command cried dark dead death dervis died earth endeavored enemy English eyes father fear fire Gelert give glory Goody grave ground hand happy hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill honor hour Jerusalem Jews John Elias Jugurtha king LESSON live look Lord master Mercy mind miserable morning mountain never night o'er Ortogrul passed passion Persian Empire pleasure Pompey poor pray Pronounced redout replied returned rich Roman Rome Romulus and Remus Sir Rob slave sleep smile Socrates soldiers soon soul spirit sweet tears Tell temple thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought thousand Titus truth turned twas uncle Toby virtue voice wise words young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 158 - Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Misery all he had, a tear, He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Página 185 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 297 - The wide, the unbounded prospect, lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works) he must delight in virtue; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Página 295 - Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels...
Página 300 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Página 313 - Earth, Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Página 279 - Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love ? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir.
Página 156 - The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Página 294 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
Página 283 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.