A Portfolio for YouthJ. Crissy, 1835 - 352 strán (strany) |
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Strana 31
... creature , I fancy they are afraid of my sting . But I have always heard that they are very fond of tormenting and hunting but- terflies , and if you will take my advice you will stay upon this quiet mossy bank , and make your- selves ...
... creature , I fancy they are afraid of my sting . But I have always heard that they are very fond of tormenting and hunting but- terflies , and if you will take my advice you will stay upon this quiet mossy bank , and make your- selves ...
Strana 55
... creatures sticking against a wall , waiting till a refreshing shower of rain invites them to put their heads out of the shell . The bees did not at all like the intruding snail's company ; but finding that they could not pierce his hard ...
... creatures sticking against a wall , waiting till a refreshing shower of rain invites them to put their heads out of the shell . The bees did not at all like the intruding snail's company ; but finding that they could not pierce his hard ...
Strana 56
... creature ran through the crowd , and never stopped , till , reaching the house of his master's intimate friend , he dropped at the door the precious burthen . The gratitude of the father towards this excellent servant cannot be ex ...
... creature ran through the crowd , and never stopped , till , reaching the house of his master's intimate friend , he dropped at the door the precious burthen . The gratitude of the father towards this excellent servant cannot be ex ...
Strana 63
... creatures , cultivating inward rectitude . To his lower faculties he must allow such gratifications as will , by refreshing him , invigorate his nobler pursuits . In the regions inhabited by angelic na- Be- tures , unmingled felicity ...
... creatures , cultivating inward rectitude . To his lower faculties he must allow such gratifications as will , by refreshing him , invigorate his nobler pursuits . In the regions inhabited by angelic na- Be- tures , unmingled felicity ...
Strana 101
... creatures ; but I should rather prefer to perish here , than to end my days on a scaffold . I can only thank you for your kindness , but I cannot accept of it : fetch me a little bread , it is all that I ask ; and promise me faithfully ...
... creatures ; but I should rather prefer to perish here , than to end my days on a scaffold . I can only thank you for your kindness , but I cannot accept of it : fetch me a little bread , it is all that I ask ; and promise me faithfully ...
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Populárne pasáže
Strana 71 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Strana 266 - O run; prevent them with thy humble ode, And lay it lowly at his blessed feet; Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet And join thy voice unto the angel quire, From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.
Strana 316 - For every man shall bear his own burden. 6 Let him that is taught in the word communicate unto him that teacheth in all good things.
Strana 266 - Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain To welcome Him to this His new abode, Now while the heaven, by the sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright...
Strana 26 - Those joyous hours are passed away ; And many a heart that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone — That tuneful peal will still ring on ; While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.
Strana 314 - The prouder beauties of the field In gay but quick succession shine, Race after race their honors yield, They flourish and decline. But this small flower, to Nature dear, While moons and stars their courses run. Wreathes the whole circle of the year, Companion of the Sun. It smiles upon the lap of May, To sultry August spreads its charms...
Strana 265 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace. That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable, And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty...
Strana 44 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Strana 300 - PM rHEN the spark of life is waning, Weep not for me : When the languid eye is straining, Weep not for me.
Strana 333 - It lured me from my native land ; It bade me rove — my sole support My cymbals and my saraband. The woody dell, the hanging rock, The chamois skipping o'er the heights ; The plain adorn'd with many a flock, And, oh ! a thousand more delights, That grace yon dear beloved retreat, Have backward won my weary feet.