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... soon afterwards was discharged from his situation . He Soured and discontented , he returned to Branscombe , where he hung about the village inn , drinking and idling , without the resolution to throw off his evil habits , and begin ...
... soon afterwards was discharged from his situation . He Soured and discontented , he returned to Branscombe , where he hung about the village inn , drinking and idling , without the resolution to throw off his evil habits , and begin ...
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... soon ceased to fear or regard my presence , and I was greatly interested and amused in watching his in- genious ways , surprised to find what a clever little thing a spider was after all ! When I was very anxious to see him spin his web ...
... soon ceased to fear or regard my presence , and I was greatly interested and amused in watching his in- genious ways , surprised to find what a clever little thing a spider was after all ! When I was very anxious to see him spin his web ...
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... Soon a brisk little house - fly flitted about , and finally alighted on his web . Ben looked quietly on , allowing it to struggle amongst the meshes , and thus the more en- tangle its beautiful gossamer wings , until its strength was ...
... Soon a brisk little house - fly flitted about , and finally alighted on his web . Ben looked quietly on , allowing it to struggle amongst the meshes , and thus the more en- tangle its beautiful gossamer wings , until its strength was ...
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... soon he would lose the bottle under the bed - clothes , and then he would begin to cry , and mamma was obliged to get him another bottle , because she did not like to move the clothes , for fear of his taking cold , and thus before long ...
... soon he would lose the bottle under the bed - clothes , and then he would begin to cry , and mamma was obliged to get him another bottle , because she did not like to move the clothes , for fear of his taking cold , and thus before long ...
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... soon found herself in the well - known highway , but , unhappily , at a point fully a mile distant from the village . She now began to run with her utmost speed , though it was with great difficulty she faced the wind , that , blow- ing ...
... soon found herself in the well - known highway , but , unhappily , at a point fully a mile distant from the village . She now began to run with her utmost speed , though it was with great difficulty she faced the wind , that , blow- ing ...
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Стр. 96 - 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. 42 - And it came to pass, that at midnight the Lord smote all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sat on his throne unto the firstborn of the captive that was in the dungeon; and all the firstborn of cattle.
Стр. 147 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Стр. 89 - On the deck the Rover takes his stand, So dark it is they see no land. Quoth Sir Ralph, " It will be lighter soon, For there is the dawn of the rising moon.
Стр. 209 - By faith Moses, when he was come to years, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh's daughter; choosing rather to suffer affliction with the people of God, than to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season...
Стр. 95 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee ; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough ; Farmer he, and landlord thou ! Thou dost innocently joy ; Nor does thy luxury destroy.
Стр. 2 - They come forth from the darkness, and their sails Gleam for a moment only in the blaze, And eager faces, as the light unveils, Gaze at the tower, and vanish while they gaze.
Стр. 93 - God is greatly to be feared in the assembly of the saints, and to be had in reverence of all them that are about him. O Lord God of Hosts, who is a strong Lord like unto thee? or to thy faithfulness round about thee? Thou rulest the raging of the sea: when the waves thereof arise, thou stillest them.
Стр. 243 - That to the world are children ; Through them it feels the glow Of a brighter and sunnier climate Than reaches the trunks below. Come to me, O ye children ! And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing In your sunny atmosphere.
Стр. 242 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...