Pleasant pages (by S.P. Newcombe). [With suppl., entitled] Fireside facts from the Great exhibition, Том 5 |
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... told you something of his learning to be " respect- able . " We call those respect- able who are able to respect themselves , because others can then respect them . Respecta- ble means " worthy of respect . " Ion . Yes , we heard that ...
... told you something of his learning to be " respect- able . " We call those respect- able who are able to respect themselves , because others can then respect them . Respecta- ble means " worthy of respect . " Ion . Yes , we heard that ...
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... told you he rendered . Yet , though he had only just enough to support his wife and his own children , he was content , for he had greater pleasures than those which money can give . As the poet was so good a man , you may be sure he ...
... told you he rendered . Yet , though he had only just enough to support his wife and his own children , he was content , for he had greater pleasures than those which money can give . As the poet was so good a man , you may be sure he ...
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... told them the prince's message , and hoped that they would not choose him to be king , old Oberon made no remarks - he good - naturedly called for his car , and set off for the palace ; all his company scampered after him , the bad ...
... told them the prince's message , and hoped that they would not choose him to be king , old Oberon made no remarks - he good - naturedly called for his car , and set off for the palace ; all his company scampered after him , the bad ...
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... told them of his mines of gold in foreign lands . Then he de- clared he was sure that no one on earth ever had such riches as his . But the good fairies did not laugh ; they looked in his face with pity , and Oberon said , " Poor man ...
... told them of his mines of gold in foreign lands . Then he de- clared he was sure that no one on earth ever had such riches as his . But the good fairies did not laugh ; they looked in his face with pity , and Oberon said , " Poor man ...
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... told those words to the prince . TRUST AND TRY . " CANNOT , " Edward , did you say ? Chase the lazy thought away ; Never let that idle word From your lips again be heard ; Fetch your book from off the shelf , God helps him who helps ...
... told those words to the prince . TRUST AND TRY . " CANNOT , " Edward , did you say ? Chase the lazy thought away ; Never let that idle word From your lips again be heard ; Fetch your book from off the shelf , God helps him who helps ...
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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*.