The National Preceptor: Or, Selections in Prose and Poetry; Consisting of Narrative, Descriptive, Argumentative, Didactic, Pathetic, and Humorous Pieces ...Goodwin and Robinson & Pratt, 1838 - 336 pagini |
Din interiorul cărții
Rezultatele 1 - 5 din 52
Pagina 26
... lost my money than my dog . " Saying this , he stretched out his hand to grasp his treasure . It was missing ; no bag was to be found . 9. In an instant , he opened his eyes to his rashness and his folly . " Wretch that I am ! I alone ...
... lost my money than my dog . " Saying this , he stretched out his hand to grasp his treasure . It was missing ; no bag was to be found . 9. In an instant , he opened his eyes to his rashness and his folly . " Wretch that I am ! I alone ...
Pagina 57
... lost all . " LESSON XXIX . Biographical Sketch of Major Andre . 1. JOHN ANDRE , Aid - de - camp to Sir Henry Clinton , and Adjutant - General of the British army in America , during the revolution , was born in England in 1741. He was ...
... lost all . " LESSON XXIX . Biographical Sketch of Major Andre . 1. JOHN ANDRE , Aid - de - camp to Sir Henry Clinton , and Adjutant - General of the British army in America , during the revolution , was born in England in 1741. He was ...
Pagina 68
... lost a gracious friend . Sir Rob . How charmingly the dog argues . Fred . But I own my spirits run away with me this morning . I will obey you better in future ; for they tell me you are a very worthy , good sort of old gentleman . Sir ...
... lost a gracious friend . Sir Rob . How charmingly the dog argues . Fred . But I own my spirits run away with me this morning . I will obey you better in future ; for they tell me you are a very worthy , good sort of old gentleman . Sir ...
Pagina 74
... lost a hundred pounds in a bag , promised a reward of ten pounds to the person who should restore it . A man having brought it to him , demanded the reward . The usurer , loth to give the reward , now that he had got the bag , alleged ...
... lost a hundred pounds in a bag , promised a reward of ten pounds to the person who should restore it . A man having brought it to him , demanded the reward . The usurer , loth to give the reward , now that he had got the bag , alleged ...
Pagina 78
... lost two of them by the small pox , and the youngest fall- ing ill of the same distemper , he was afraid of being bereft of them all , and made a vow , if Heaven would not take him from him also , he would go in gratitude to St. Jago in ...
... lost two of them by the small pox , and the youngest fall- ing ill of the same distemper , he was afraid of being bereft of them all , and made a vow , if Heaven would not take him from him also , he would go in gratitude to St. Jago in ...
Cuprins
102 | |
106 | |
116 | |
118 | |
121 | |
123 | |
126 | |
137 | |
33 | |
35 | |
36 | |
38 | |
39 | |
40 | |
41 | |
42 | |
43 | |
44 | |
45 | |
46 | |
48 | |
49 | |
50 | |
51 | |
52 | |
53 | |
55 | |
62 | |
65 | |
74 | |
80 | |
81 | |
82 | |
93 | |
98 | |
100 | |
140 | |
148 | |
152 | |
160 | |
162 | |
164 | |
168 | |
177 | |
178 | |
179 | |
180 | |
182 | |
187 | |
190 | |
196 | |
199 | |
214 | |
215 | |
222 | |
249 | |
272 | |
283 | |
291 | |
304 | |
315 | |
322 | |
333 | |
Alte ediții - Afișează-le pe toate
Termeni și expresii frecvente
arms army battle battle of Zama beauty began black crows Blackfoot language blood born Bowl brave Breed's Hill Brutus Bunker's Hill called Capt Cesar Charlestown Christmas Evans Colter command cried dark dead death dervis died earth endeavored enemy English eyes father fear fire Gelert give glory grave Greece ground hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Hill honor hour Indians Jerusalem Jews Josephus Jugurtha king land LESSON Lewellyn live look lord master Mercy mind miserable morning Mystic river never night o'er passed pleasure poor pray Pronounced redout replied returned river Roman Sir Rob slaves sleep smile Socrates soldiers soon soul spirit sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus truth turned twas uncle Toby virtue voice words young youth
Pasaje populare
Pagina 154 - The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Pagina 295 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Pagina 278 - Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.
Pagina 156 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Pagina 326 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Pagina 326 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Pagina 299 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Pagina 292 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Pagina 301 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ; that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Pagina 256 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends , — do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.