Murby's Imperial reader, Book 2

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Page 14 - I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
Page 64 - And we'll do all that father likes ! His wishes are so few — • Would they were more ! that every hour Some wish of his I knew ! I'm sure it makes a happy day, When I can please him any way...
Page 21 - VIOLET. DOWN in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew, Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view.
Page 81 - I once had a sweet little doll, dears, The prettiest doll in the world; Her cheeks were so red and so white, dears, And her hair was so charmingly curled. But I lost my poor little doll, dears, As I played in the...
Page 64 - He makes all toil, all hardship light : Would all men were the same ; So ready to be pleased, so kind, So very slow to blame ; Folks need not be unkind, austere, For love hath readier will than fear.
Page 73 - HOW fair is the rose ! What a beautiful flower ! The glory of April and May ; But the leaves are beginning to fade in an hour, And they wither and die in a day.
Page 82 - The doves have flown to the sheltering eaves, And the nests are dark with the drooping leaves...
Page 81 - I played on the heath one day ; And I cried for her more than a week, dears, But I never could find where she lay, I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played...
Page 73 - And they wither and die in a day. Yet the rose has one powerful virtue to boast, Above all the flowers of the field: When its leaves are all dead, and fine colors are lost, Still how sweet a perfume it will yield!
Page 25 - When, hark ! a gentle hand they hear, Low tapping at the bolted door ; And thus, to gain their willing ear, A feeble voice was heard t...

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