Latin Verse Memorials of School Work and School Play. By Ultor Ego. [The preface is signed, T. R. M.] Eng. and Lat

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Стр. 19 - Whither shall I go then from thy Spirit ? or whither shall I go then from thy presence ? If I climb up into heaven, thou art there ; if I go down to hell, thou art there also.
Стр. 42 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Стр. 20 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Стр. 38 - The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.
Стр. 56 - There was an old woman who lived In a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do.
Стр. 40 - Lo ! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps, Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps ; She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies, Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes, And weaves a song of melancholy joy...
Стр. 58 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Стр. 56 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Стр. 42 - Though in the paths of death I tread With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.

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