National PreceptorWoodford & Company, 1845 - 336 páginas |
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... Rich Man and the Poor Man , 156. Address to the Ocean , 157. Wisdom , Shakspeare . 285 Byron . 286 Shakspeare . 294 Tragedy of Othello . Tragedy of Hamlet . Soul , Trag . of Cato . 296 298 299 300 Khemnitzer . 301 Byron . 302 158. The ...
... Rich Man and the Poor Man , 156. Address to the Ocean , 157. Wisdom , Shakspeare . 285 Byron . 286 Shakspeare . 294 Tragedy of Othello . Tragedy of Hamlet . Soul , Trag . of Cato . 296 298 299 300 Khemnitzer . 301 Byron . 302 158. The ...
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... rich hunting grounds , for farms for themselves ! Now , is it to be wondered at , that these much injured people should have been driven to desperation by such injustice ; and that , burning with revenge , they should have committed ...
... rich hunting grounds , for farms for themselves ! Now , is it to be wondered at , that these much injured people should have been driven to desperation by such injustice ; and that , burning with revenge , they should have committed ...
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... rich embroidery , placed for his favorite . Side - boards , loaded with gold and silver - plate of immense value , were arranged in the apartment . 3. Pages of extraordinary beauty were ordered to attend . his table , and to obey his ...
... rich embroidery , placed for his favorite . Side - boards , loaded with gold and silver - plate of immense value , were arranged in the apartment . 3. Pages of extraordinary beauty were ordered to attend . his table , and to obey his ...
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... rich old uncle , unless you think the sun likely to leave you a fat legacy . Fred . I hate legacies . Sir Rob . Sir , that's mighty singular . They are pretty solid tokens at least . Fred . Very melancholy tokens , uncle ; they are the ...
... rich old uncle , unless you think the sun likely to leave you a fat legacy . Fred . I hate legacies . Sir Rob . Sir , that's mighty singular . They are pretty solid tokens at least . Fred . Very melancholy tokens , uncle ; they are the ...
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... rich merchandise from all parts of the known world , lay anchored in the port . This was a city in which the voice of the harp and the viol , and the sound of the mill - stone , were continually heard — and craftsmen of all kinds of ...
... rich merchandise from all parts of the known world , lay anchored in the port . This was a city in which the voice of the harp and the viol , and the sound of the mill - stone , were continually heard — and craftsmen of all kinds of ...
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The National Preceptor: Or, Selections in Prose and Poetry J. (Jesse) 1798-1872 Olney Sin vista previa disponible - 2016 |
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Términos y frases comunes
army Arth battle beauty behold black crows blood born Bowl brave Calais called Capt Cesar Charlestown Christmas Evans command Commonwealth of England cried dark dead death dervis died earth endeavored enemy eyes father fear fire Gelert give glory grave Greece ground hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honor Hornby hour Jerusalem Jews Jugurtha king LESSON live look lord master mind miserable morning never night noble o'er Ortogrul passed passion Persian Empire pleasure Pompey poor pray Pronounced Pythias redout replied returned rich Roman Rome Romulus and Remus Sir Rob slaves sleep smile Socrates soldiers soul spirit sweet tears tell temple thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus truth turned twas uncle Toby virtue voice wise words young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 331 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms— the day Battle's magnificently stern array!
Página 159 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Página 281 - Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love ? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir.
Página 300 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Página 285 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth...
Página 253 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To be, contents his natural desire, He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire ; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Página 159 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 298 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect...
Página 281 - Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who having eyes see not, and having ears hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?
Página 187 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.