The Juvenile Mentor; Or, Select Readings ...Picket, 1825 - 262 pages |
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... poor thing through its head , and down it fell to the ground . The boy then ran to it , and picked it up ; and when he saw that it was dead , he was very sorry for what he had done . 2. How cruel it was to kill the poor bird , which ...
... poor thing through its head , and down it fell to the ground . The boy then ran to it , and picked it up ; and when he saw that it was dead , he was very sorry for what he had done . 2. How cruel it was to kill the poor bird , which ...
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... poor little girl was very much hurt at his remark , and went quickly to her father to be revenged upon him and , in the height of her resentment , said it was a shame that a boy , who was born to be a 8 JUVENILE MENTOR . The Victim,
... poor little girl was very much hurt at his remark , and went quickly to her father to be revenged upon him and , in the height of her resentment , said it was a shame that a boy , who was born to be a 8 JUVENILE MENTOR . The Victim,
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... poor Cherry was ne- glected . 17. One day , however , as Amelia's father accidentally cast his eyes upon the cage , he saw poor Cherry lying upon its breast , and panting as it were for life . The poor bird's feathers appeared all rough ...
... poor Cherry was ne- glected . 17. One day , however , as Amelia's father accidentally cast his eyes upon the cage , he saw poor Cherry lying upon its breast , and panting as it were for life . The poor bird's feathers appeared all rough ...
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... poor Cherry was obliged to stay at home and fast . The second and the third day passed in the same playful manner as before ; but poor Cherry was not thought of . On the fourth day , her father and mother came home , and , as soon as ...
... poor Cherry was obliged to stay at home and fast . The second and the third day passed in the same playful manner as before ; but poor Cherry was not thought of . On the fourth day , her father and mother came home , and , as soon as ...
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... poor Cherry , what a cruel death you suffered ! " 66 33. Thus you see , my little friends , what are the sad con- sequences of inattention , giddiness , and too great a fondness for pleasure , which always make us forgetful of what we ...
... poor Cherry , what a cruel death you suffered ! " 66 33. Thus you see , my little friends , what are the sad con- sequences of inattention , giddiness , and too great a fondness for pleasure , which always make us forgetful of what we ...
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Page 87 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Page 255 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...
Page 252 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black...
Page 249 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that...
Page 191 - Gladness grew in me upon the discovery of so delightful a scene. I •wished for the wings of an eagle, that I might fly away to those happy seats ; but the Genius told me there was no passage to them, except through the gates of death that I saw opening every moment upon the bridge. "The islands...
Page 247 - The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, 'This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 247 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 249 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 248 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Page 249 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the whilst? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...