A Collection, in Prose and Verse, for the Use of SchoolsW. Blackwood & Sons, 1835 - 280 sider |
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... present but the master . If they speak to him , he answers with modesty and respect . When the scholars in his class are reading , spelling , or repeating any thing , he is very attentive , and studies to learn by listening to them ...
... present but the master . If they speak to him , he answers with modesty and respect . When the scholars in his class are reading , spelling , or repeating any thing , he is very attentive , and studies to learn by listening to them ...
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... present moment flies , And bears our life away ; O make thy servants truly wise , That they may live to - day . Since on this winged hour Eternity is hung ! Awake , by thine almighty pow'r , The aged and the young . WISE AND USEFUL ...
... present moment flies , And bears our life away ; O make thy servants truly wise , That they may live to - day . Since on this winged hour Eternity is hung ! Awake , by thine almighty pow'r , The aged and the young . WISE AND USEFUL ...
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... present with every thought of my heart . His inspiration gives birth to every pur- pose within me . His hand impresses a direction on every footstep of my goings . Every breath I inhale is drawn by an energy which God deals out to me ...
... present with every thought of my heart . His inspiration gives birth to every pur- pose within me . His hand impresses a direction on every footstep of my goings . Every breath I inhale is drawn by an energy which God deals out to me ...
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... present , from all active service , by confining us in chambers of sickness , in a weak and useless state , let us set the example of an uncomplaining submission and cheerful resignation ; and let patience , at least , “ have its ...
... present , from all active service , by confining us in chambers of sickness , in a weak and useless state , let us set the example of an uncomplaining submission and cheerful resignation ; and let patience , at least , “ have its ...
Side 41
... present ? " The king told him , " That it was he him- self . " " And who , " says the dervise , “ will be here after you ? " The king answered , " The young prince , his son . " 66 Ah , Sir ! " said the dervise , " a house that changes ...
... present ? " The king told him , " That it was he him- self . " " And who , " says the dervise , “ will be here after you ? " The king answered , " The young prince , his son . " 66 Ah , Sir ! " said the dervise , " a house that changes ...
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Side 211 - Await alike th' inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn, or animated bust, Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flatt'ry soothe the dull cold ear of Death...
Side 257 - But wandering oft, with brute unconscious gaze, Man marks not thee, marks not the mighty hand, That, ever busy, wheels the silent spheres; Works in the secret deep ; shoots, steaming, thence The fair profusion that o'erspreads the Spring ; Flings from the sun direct the flaming day; Feeds every creature ; hurls the tempest forth; And, as on earth this grateful change revolves, With transport touches all the springs of life.
Side 45 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Side 185 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorn'd the venerable place ; Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray. The service past, around the pious man, With ready zeal, each honest rustic ran ; E'en children follow'd, with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile...
Side 88 - What time the daisy decks the green Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers. The schoolboy wandering thro' the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of Spring to hear, And imitates thy lay.
Side 136 - What is the reason, said I, that the tide I see rises out of a thick mist at one end, and again loses itself in a thick mist at the other? What thou seest, said he, is that portion of eternity which is called time, measured out by the sun, and reaching from the beginning of the world to its consummation. Examine now...
Side 219 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed : Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Side 184 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose.
Side 258 - While cloud to cloud returns the solemn hymn. Bleat out afresh ye hills ; ye mossy rocks Retain the sound ; the broad responsive low, Ye valleys, raise ; for the Great Shepherd reigns, And His unsuffering kingdom yet will come. Ye woodlands, all awake ; a boundless song Burst from the groves ; and when the restless day, Expiring, lays the warbling world asleep, Sweetest of birds ! sweet Philomela, charm The listening shades, and teach the night His praise.
Side 136 - When he had raised my thoughts by those transporting airs which he played, to taste the pleasures of his conversation, as I looked upon him like one astonished, he beckoned to me, and by the waving of his hand directed me to approach the place where he sat.