The English Reader: Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Selected from the Best Writers, Designed to Assist Young Persons to Read with Propriety and Effect ...Samuel Mills, 1817 - 288 Seiten |
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... o'er th'unbending corn , and skims along the main . Felling trees in a wood . Loud sounds the axe , redoubling strokes on strokes ; On all sides round the forest hurls her oaks Headlong . Deep echoing , groan the thickets brown ; Then ...
... o'er th'unbending corn , and skims along the main . Felling trees in a wood . Loud sounds the axe , redoubling strokes on strokes ; On all sides round the forest hurls her oaks Headlong . Deep echoing , groan the thickets brown ; Then ...
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... O'er hills , o'er dales , o'er crags , o'er rocks they go Motion slow and difficult . A needless Alexander ends the song , That , like a wounded snake , drags its slow length along . A rock torn from the brow of a mountain . Still gath ...
... O'er hills , o'er dales , o'er crags , o'er rocks they go Motion slow and difficult . A needless Alexander ends the song , That , like a wounded snake , drags its slow length along . A rock torn from the brow of a mountain . Still gath ...
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... O'er death's dark gulf , and all its horror hides ; Praise , the sweet exhalation of our joy . That joy exalts , and makes it sweeter still ; Pray'r ardent opens heav'n , lets dowu a stream Of glory , on the consecrated hour Of man in ...
... O'er death's dark gulf , and all its horror hides ; Praise , the sweet exhalation of our joy . That joy exalts , and makes it sweeter still ; Pray'r ardent opens heav'n , lets dowu a stream Of glory , on the consecrated hour Of man in ...
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... o'er my temples drew Oblivion's veil , the wat'ry deep , Au object strange and new , Before me rose : on the wide shore , Observant as I stood , The gathering storms around me roar , And heave the boiling flood . Near and more near the ...
... o'er my temples drew Oblivion's veil , the wat'ry deep , Au object strange and new , Before me rose : on the wide shore , Observant as I stood , The gathering storms around me roar , And heave the boiling flood . Near and more near the ...
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... instructive vision fled . Then why thus heavy , O my soul ! Say why , distrustful still , Thy thoughts with vain impatience ro O'er scenes of future il ? Yet faith suppress each rising fear , Each anxious doubt € 120 THE ENGLISH READER :
... instructive vision fled . Then why thus heavy , O my soul ! Say why , distrustful still , Thy thoughts with vain impatience ro O'er scenes of future il ? Yet faith suppress each rising fear , Each anxious doubt € 120 THE ENGLISH READER :
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affected Altamont ancholy Antiparos appear Archbishop of Cambray attention Bayle beauty behold BLAIR blessing Caius Verres Catana character comforts dark death delight DEMOCRITUS Dioclesian distress divine dread EARL OF STRAFFORD earth enjoyment ev'ry evil father fear feel folly fortune friendship gentle give ground happiness hast Hazael heart heaven Heraclitus honor hope human innocence Jugurtha king king Agrippa labors live look mankind Micipsa mind misery Mount Etna nature never noble lord Numidia o'er ourselves pain Pamphylia passions pause peace persons philosopher pity pleasure possess pow'r praise present pride prince proper Pythias reading reason religion render rest riches rise Roman ROMAN SENATE scene SECTION shade shine Sicily smile sorrow soul sound spirit suffer tears temper tempest thee things thou art thought tion truth vanity vice virtue virtuous voice whole wisdom wise words youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 246 - Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ; Better dwell in the midst of alarms Than reign in this horrible place.
Seite 248 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys ; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise...
Seite 187 - Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Seite 119 - Then Joseph could not refrain himself before all them that stood by him; and he cried, Cause every man to go out from me.
Seite 223 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polish'd manners and fine sense, Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm. An inadvertent step may crush the snail That crawls at evening in the public path ; But he that has humanity, forewarn'd, Will tread aside, and let the reptile live.
Seite 251 - With friendship, peace, and contemplation join'd, How many, rack'd with honest passions, droop In deep retir'd distress. How many stand Around the death-bed of their dearest friends, And point the parting anguish. Thought fond man Of these, and all the thousand nameless ills, That one incessant struggle render life, One scene of toil, of suffering, and of fate...
Seite 84 - Were the soul separate from the body, and with one glance of thought should start beyond the bounds of the creation, should it for millions of years continue its progress through infinite space with the same activity, it would still find itself within the embrace of its Creator, and encompassed round with the immensity of the Godhead. Whilst we are in the body he is not less present with us because he is concealed from us. " O that I knew where I might find him!
Seite 96 - The soul, considered with its Creator, is like one of those mathematical lines that may draw nearer to another for all eternity without a possibility of touching it*: and can there be a thought so transporting, as to consider ourselves in these perpetual approaches to him, who is not only the standard of perfection but of happiness ! L.
Seite xxii - Ye mountains of Gilboa, let there be no dew, neither let there be rain upon you, nor fields of offerings; for there the shield of the mighty is vilely cast away, the shield of Saul, as though he had not been anointed with oil.
Seite 236 - Soft peace she brings wherever she arrives; She builds our quiet as she forms our lives; Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even, And opens in each heart a little heaven.