A Gift for My Young FriendsLeavitt & Allen, 1854 - 260 páginas Contains prose and poetry, natural history, fables, epigrams and conduct of life suggestions. |
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... Insect in a Flower , 48 Modesty , ib . The Case altered , 53 Aphorisms , 54 Dr. Franklin , • 56 The Wind and the Sun ... Insects 36 Sir Walter Scott , 37 Conduct to Equals , 38 Conscience , ib . The Apostles , 39 The Village Bells , 40 ...
... Insect in a Flower , 48 Modesty , ib . The Case altered , 53 Aphorisms , 54 Dr. Franklin , • 56 The Wind and the Sun ... Insects 36 Sir Walter Scott , 37 Conduct to Equals , 38 Conscience , ib . The Apostles , 39 The Village Bells , 40 ...
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... insects . It is true , he lives for a num- ber of years , but the period is so short , that every mo- ment is of some value . Our existence may be com- pared to a journey ; as every step of the traveller brings him nearer to the end of ...
... insects . It is true , he lives for a num- ber of years , but the period is so short , that every mo- ment is of some value . Our existence may be com- pared to a journey ; as every step of the traveller brings him nearer to the end of ...
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... insect , who the same dull chirp Repeats the whole day long ! A boast like that before a bird Of harmony the queen ! One wonders how the noisy fright So foolish could have been . " I do not want admirers , " Said the little silly thing ...
... insect , who the same dull chirp Repeats the whole day long ! A boast like that before a bird Of harmony the queen ! One wonders how the noisy fright So foolish could have been . " I do not want admirers , " Said the little silly thing ...
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... insect receives an existence from the Author of Being , and why should we idly abridge their span ? They have their little sphere of bliss allot . ted them ; they have purposes which they are designed to fulfil ; and when these are ...
... insect receives an existence from the Author of Being , and why should we idly abridge their span ? They have their little sphere of bliss allot . ted them ; they have purposes which they are designed to fulfil ; and when these are ...
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... insect are my friends , Each nursling of the nested grove , Each plant , and flower , and leaf I love . " With kindling eye , and front of pride , The scornful monarch stern replied : " Nature and thou are wise to give Wild Freedom's ...
... insect are my friends , Each nursling of the nested grove , Each plant , and flower , and leaf I love . " With kindling eye , and front of pride , The scornful monarch stern replied : " Nature and thou are wise to give Wild Freedom's ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALPS animals beauty birds bosom breast breath bright CARRIER PIGEON cheer COUSIN MARY creatures cricket cried danger dark death deep Dennie earth ENVY FABLE fair fear fish flowers forest friends frog give grave grove happiness hast hath heart heaven honor hope hour insects JACKDAW king lady leaf light live look LORD CORNWAL manners MELROSE ABBEY mercy mind miss thee MORAL morning mourn murmurs nature ne'er ness nest never night o'er ourselves pain passions peace pectoral fins PHILIP OF MACEDON philosophers Phoenicia poor praise pride proverb quadrupeds racter replied River rose SENECA LAKE serpents shine side sigh SIR WALTER SCOTT skies smile soon sorrow soul spirit stream sweet temper things thou thought tree truth virtue wave wild wind wing YALE COLLEGE young youth
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Página 181 - ... may profit by their example. If this be treason, make the most of it.
Página 181 - Caesar had his Brutus — Charles the First, his Cromwell — and George the Third'* — (' Treason,' cried the speaker — ' Treason, treason !' echoed from every part of the house.
Página 176 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! T remember.
Página 26 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? — The wild brook babbling down the mountain side ; The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide, The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean-tide ; The hum of bees ; the linnet's lay of love ; And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Página 235 - Hope humbly then ; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher, Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast : Man never Is, but always to be blest ; The soul, uneasy, and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Página 29 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Página 224 - I last took a view Of my favourite field, and the bank where they grew ; And now in the grass behold they are laid, And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade. The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And...
Página 85 - On thy fair bosom, silver lake, The wild swan spreads his snowy sail, And round his breast the ripples break, As down he bears before the gale. On thy fair bosom, waveless stream, The dipping paddle echoes far, And flashes in the moonlight gleam, And bright reflects the polar star.
Página 104 - Traveller, in the stranger's land, Far from thine own household band; Mourner, haunted by the tone Of a voice from this world gone ; Captive, in whose narrow cell Sunshine hath not leave to dwell; Sailor, on the darkening sea ! Lift the heart and bend the knee...
Página 35 - And what are we That hear the question of that voice sublime? Oh, what are all the notes that ever rung From war's vain trumpet by thy thundering side ? Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life to thy unceasing roar ? And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to HIM Who drowned the world and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains ?— a light wave That breaks and whispers of its Maker's might.