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... things from the works of God ; and , in course of time , many of those who had children learned to stop at home , and teach the little ones about the new things they had heard of 2 MONDAY . MORAL LESSON . PLEASANT PAGES .
... things from the works of God ; and , in course of time , many of those who had children learned to stop at home , and teach the little ones about the new things they had heard of 2 MONDAY . MORAL LESSON . PLEASANT PAGES .
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... stop at Kingston for an hour , and will then proceed to GUILDFORD . ' " I did not find any thing re- markable at Kingston , except its fine new bridge . The town is very ancient . I saw some extensive malting works , and brick and tile ...
... stop at Kingston for an hour , and will then proceed to GUILDFORD . ' " I did not find any thing re- markable at Kingston , except its fine new bridge . The town is very ancient . I saw some extensive malting works , and brick and tile ...
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... stop . While his cousin set off to examine the neighbour- hood , he ran over the marshes , and was soon almost knee - deep in green mud ; he persevered , however , until he reached the stones , but he could not cross the shallows to the ...
... stop . While his cousin set off to examine the neighbour- hood , he ran over the marshes , and was soon almost knee - deep in green mud ; he persevered , however , until he reached the stones , but he could not cross the shallows to the ...
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... stop a minute longer , " said the poet . " Listen ! " said Oberon ; " that is the prisoner's voice ! We cannot see him for the crowd . Let us remain outside . " " Pray , hear me again ! " said the prisoner ; " hear me ! Those who have ...
... stop a minute longer , " said the poet . " Listen ! " said Oberon ; " that is the prisoner's voice ! We cannot see him for the crowd . Let us remain outside . " " Pray , hear me again ! " said the prisoner ; " hear me ! Those who have ...
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... stop ! My people shall not hear these words . I am their prince , their lawful king . You say my cousin has more wealth than I ? Oberon . 66 Riches , " I said , not wealth . Prince . Well , riches , then . This is foul play , I say ...
... stop ! My people shall not hear these words . I am their prince , their lawful king . You say my cousin has more wealth than I ? Oberon . 66 Riches , " I said , not wealth . Prince . Well , riches , then . This is foul play , I say ...
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158 ÆäÀÌÁö - With those who think the candles come too soon, Loving the fire, and with your tricksome tune Nick the glad silent moments as they pass...
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oft, in the sunless April day, Thy early smile has stayed my walk ; But midst the gorgeous blooms of May, I passed thee on thy humble stalk. So they, who climb to wealth, forget The friends in darker fortunes tried. I copied them — but I regret That I should ape the ways of pride.
369 ÆäÀÌÁö - WISDOM crieth without; she uttereth her voice in the streets : she crieth in the chief place of concourse, in the openings of the gates: in the city she uttereth her words, saying, "How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? and the scorners delight in their scorning, and fools hate knowledge? turn you at my reproof: behold, I will pour out my spirit unto you, I will make known my words unto you.
55 ÆäÀÌÁö - To stir the dancing daffodil. April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet. May brings flocks of pretty lambs Skipping by their fleecy dams. June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies. Hot July brings cooling showers, Apricots, and gillyflowers. August brings the sheaves of corn, Then the harvest home is borne. Warm September brings the fruit; Sportsmen then begin to shoot. Fresh October brings the pheasant; Then to gather nuts is pleasant. Dull November...
345 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ross," each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread : He feeds yon alms-house, neat, but void of state, Where Age and Want sit smiling at the gate ; Him portion'd maids, apprentic'd orphans blest, The young who labour, and the old who rest. Is any sick ? the Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the medicine makes, and gives.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - I would advise you, as you tender your life, to devise some excuse to shift off your attendance at this parliament : for God and man have concurred to punish the wickedness of this time. And think not slightly of this advertisement, but retire yourself into your country, where you may expect the event in safety. For though there be no appearance of any stir, yet, I say, they shall receive a terrible blow this parliament, and yet they shall not see who hurts them.
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead. That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
136 ÆäÀÌÁö - The poetry of earth is ceasing never: On a lone winter evening, when the frost Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills The Cricket's song, in warmth increasing ever, And seems to one in drowsiness half lost, The Grasshopper's among some grassy hills.
128 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh, hear a pensive prisoner's prayer, For liberty that sighs ; And never let thine heart be shut Against the wretch's cries ! For here forlorn and sad I sit, Within the wiry grate ; And tremble at the approaching morn, Which brings impending fate.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - I say, they will receive a terrible blow this parliament, and yet they shall not see who hurts them. This counsel is not to be contemned, because it may do you good, and can do you no harm : for the danger is past, as soon as you have burned the letter. And I hope God will give you the grace to make good use of it, unto whose holy protection I commend you*.