The Youth's Liberal Guide for Their Moral Culture and Religious EnlightenmentTrayser Bros., 1877 - 180 páginas |
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... Sense . ) I. Duties Towards Ourselves . 1. Bad Habits of the Blackamoor . A certain man having bought a blackamoor , was so simple as to think that the color of his skin was only dirt and filth , which he had contracted for want of care ...
... Sense . ) I. Duties Towards Ourselves . 1. Bad Habits of the Blackamoor . A certain man having bought a blackamoor , was so simple as to think that the color of his skin was only dirt and filth , which he had contracted for want of care ...
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... sense and spirit ; But yet , with all his sense , Excessive diffidence Obscured his merit . One day at table , flushed with pride and wine I 2.
... sense and spirit ; But yet , with all his sense , Excessive diffidence Obscured his merit . One day at table , flushed with pride and wine I 2.
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... sense of his mis- ery , he reproached the deceased bird as the author of all his mis- fortunes : " Ah , wretch that thou wert ! " says he , " thou hast un- done both thyself and me , who was so credulous as to depend upon thee ...
... sense of his mis- ery , he reproached the deceased bird as the author of all his mis- fortunes : " Ah , wretch that thou wert ! " says he , " thou hast un- done both thyself and me , who was so credulous as to depend upon thee ...
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... sense and a will to work . Speaking of the difficulties under which he labored , he says : " I learned grammar when I was a private soldier on the pay of six- pence a day . The edge of my berth , or that of my guard bed , was my seat to ...
... sense and a will to work . Speaking of the difficulties under which he labored , he says : " I learned grammar when I was a private soldier on the pay of six- pence a day . The edge of my berth , or that of my guard bed , was my seat to ...
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... sense that my sense breeds with it . [ To her . ] Fare you well . Isab . Gentle my lord , turn back . Ang . I will bethink me , —come again to - morrow . Isab . Hark , how I'll bribe you . Good my lord , turn back . Ang . How ! Bribe me ...
... sense that my sense breeds with it . [ To her . ] Fare you well . Isab . Gentle my lord , turn back . Ang . I will bethink me , —come again to - morrow . Isab . Hark , how I'll bribe you . Good my lord , turn back . Ang . How ! Bribe me ...
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Página 50 - Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Página 76 - And shook it forth with a royal will. " Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, But spare your country's flag," she said. A shade of sadness, a blush of shame, Over the face of the leader came ; The nobler nature within him stirred To life at that woman's deed and word : " Who touches a hair of yon gray head Dies like a dog ! March on !
Página 46 - They climb up into my turret O'er the arms and back of my chair ; If I try to escape, they surround me ; They seem to be everywhere.
Página 45 - Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
Página 81 - They fought, like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered— but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Página 75 - Forty flags with their crimson bars, Flapped in the morning wind: the sun Of noon looked down, and saw not one. Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then, Bowed with her fourscore years and ten; Bravest of all in Frederick town, She took up the flag the men hauled down; In her attic window the staff she set, To show that one heart was loyal yet.
Página 103 - Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye ; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother's eye.
Página 21 - His hair is crisp and black and long, His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow : You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low.
Página 81 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band : " Strike till the last armed foe expires ! Strike for your altars and your fires ! Strike for the green graves of your sires, God and your native land...
Página 161 - What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul's calm sun-shine, and the heart-felt joy, Is Virtue's prize...