Selections from modern authors, for the use of schools, by mrs. Gething1838 - 80 pages |
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... light and free- A gentle fountain gushing joyously O'er the green sward — a bright star in the blue Of the still heav'ns , or beacon on the sea ; These have I thought thee , light of fanciful hours ! Fair promise of Time's yet ...
... light and free- A gentle fountain gushing joyously O'er the green sward — a bright star in the blue Of the still heav'ns , or beacon on the sea ; These have I thought thee , light of fanciful hours ! Fair promise of Time's yet ...
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... light , that on thy spirit breaking , From death's embrace in bliss awaking , Shall bid it , ev'ry care forsaking , Rise into day . Then why the night of sorrow here , That darkens round thy early bier , And o'er thy mem'ry sheds the ...
... light , that on thy spirit breaking , From death's embrace in bliss awaking , Shall bid it , ev'ry care forsaking , Rise into day . Then why the night of sorrow here , That darkens round thy early bier , And o'er thy mem'ry sheds the ...
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... light on the opposite scale . Ten doctors , ten lawyers , two courtiers , one earl , — Ten counsellors wigs full of powder and curl , - All heap'd in one balance , and swinging from thence , Weigh'd less than some atoms of candour and ...
... light on the opposite scale . Ten doctors , ten lawyers , two courtiers , one earl , — Ten counsellors wigs full of powder and curl , - All heap'd in one balance , and swinging from thence , Weigh'd less than some atoms of candour and ...
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... light . Dawn of day ! how pure to me Is all thy fresh - born fragrancy ; Of odours , that from nightfall rise , A yet untainted sacrifice . From God's footstool to his throne- Oh ! that I so could waft my own ! Dawn of day ! how wrapt ...
... light . Dawn of day ! how pure to me Is all thy fresh - born fragrancy ; Of odours , that from nightfall rise , A yet untainted sacrifice . From God's footstool to his throne- Oh ! that I so could waft my own ! Dawn of day ! how wrapt ...
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... light , produce something like the harvest so long promised , especially as she was become the mother of a boy , whom his father beheld with great delight and affection , and whom , from his partiality to the painter of that name , he ...
... light , produce something like the harvest so long promised , especially as she was become the mother of a boy , whom his father beheld with great delight and affection , and whom , from his partiality to the painter of that name , he ...
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Page 336 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 45 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Page 337 - Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late; For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he...
Page 337 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied;— Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide— And now I am come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
Page 336 - He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Page 242 - When the Lowlands shall meet thee in battle array ! For a field of the dead rushes red on my sight. And the clans of Culloden are scattered in fight : They rally, they bleed, for their kingdom and crown ; Woe, woe, to the riders that trample them down ! Proud Cumberland prances, insulting the slain, And their hoof-beaten bosoms are trod to the plain.
Page 98 - So spake the seraph Abdiel, faithful found, Among the faithless faithful only he; Among innumerable false unmoved, Unshaken, unseduced, unterrified, His loyalty he kept, his love, his zeal ; Nor number nor example with him wrought To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind, Though single.
Page 337 - The bride kissed the goblet, the knight took it up ; He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup ; She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
Page 88 - Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked...
Page 186 - Ye cannot drink the cup of the Lord, and the cup of devils: ye cannot be partakers of the Lord's table, and of the table of devils. 22 Do we provoke the Lord to jealousy ? are we stronger than he...