The Ackworth reading book, being selections from the best English authors in prose and poetry, for the use of Ackworth school, by W. Pollard1865 |
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... hearts , and by making them supple - hearted , and making them to have hearts of flesh , that is , soft hearts , and apt for doctrine to enter in . Now teaching to know God rightly , and to know their duty to God and their neighbours ...
... hearts , and by making them supple - hearted , and making them to have hearts of flesh , that is , soft hearts , and apt for doctrine to enter in . Now teaching to know God rightly , and to know their duty to God and their neighbours ...
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... heart again , and advised upon it with his council . These told him that he must rely wholly upon people ; and there- fore advised him to sail over with all possible speed into Corn- wall ; which accordingly he did , having in his ...
... heart again , and advised upon it with his council . These told him that he must rely wholly upon people ; and there- fore advised him to sail over with all possible speed into Corn- wall ; which accordingly he did , having in his ...
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... heart any Greek chapter in Paul's Epistles , or anything else which he had learnt long before , but forgot ... hearts , there will not long be wanting one who will snatch from you by treachery what you have acquired by arms . War has ...
... heart any Greek chapter in Paul's Epistles , or anything else which he had learnt long before , but forgot ... hearts , there will not long be wanting one who will snatch from you by treachery what you have acquired by arms . War has ...
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... heart . " In the morning before the battle , as always upon action , he was very cheerful , and put himself in the first rank of the Lord Byron's regiment , then advancing upon the enemy , who had lined the hedges on both sides with ...
... heart . " In the morning before the battle , as always upon action , he was very cheerful , and put himself in the first rank of the Lord Byron's regiment , then advancing upon the enemy , who had lined the hedges on both sides with ...
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... hearts riveted with those old opinions , and so obstructed and benumbed with the same fleshly reasonings , which in our fore- fathers soon melted and gave way against the morning beam of reformation . If God had left undone this whole ...
... hearts riveted with those old opinions , and so obstructed and benumbed with the same fleshly reasonings , which in our fore- fathers soon melted and gave way against the morning beam of reformation . If God had left undone this whole ...
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370 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
388 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 church-way path we saw him borne: Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - And he gave it for his opinion, " that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground, where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than, the whole race of politicians put together.
392 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
367 ÆäÀÌÁö - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts ; I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But as you know me all, a plain blunt man. That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
421 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
369 ÆäÀÌÁö - So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service ; but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
386 ÆäÀÌÁö - Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
393 ÆäÀÌÁö - On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes, let Swedish Charles decide. A frame of adamant, a soul of fire, No dangers fright him, and no labours tire ; O'er love, o'er fear, extends his wide domain...
421 ÆäÀÌÁö - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.