A Portfolio for YouthJ. Crissy, 1835 - 352 strán (strany) |
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Strana ix
... live at Applehill , where my sister Hearty , Frank's mother , lives , I gave the Port Folio , pictures , stories and all , to Frank ; and he , after reading them , insisted upon having them pub- lished , so that he could give copies to ...
... live at Applehill , where my sister Hearty , Frank's mother , lives , I gave the Port Folio , pictures , stories and all , to Frank ; and he , after reading them , insisted upon having them pub- lished , so that he could give copies to ...
Strana 31
... live in palaces made for them by those prodigious animals that we sometimes see striding along with legs like moving trees . They do not often pass my nest , but when they do , they shake the very ground over my head , and I am ...
... live in palaces made for them by those prodigious animals that we sometimes see striding along with legs like moving trees . They do not often pass my nest , but when they do , they shake the very ground over my head , and I am ...
Strana 39
... live , while yet ' tis thine to live . Go , sip the rose's fragrant dew , - The lily's honey'd cup explore ; From flower to flower the search renew , And rifle all the woodbine's store : And let me trace thy vagrant flight , — Thy THE ...
... live , while yet ' tis thine to live . Go , sip the rose's fragrant dew , - The lily's honey'd cup explore ; From flower to flower the search renew , And rifle all the woodbine's store : And let me trace thy vagrant flight , — Thy THE ...
Strana 70
... live all my life in such a place as this or if I was Robin Hood , I should take up my quarters here with Little John , and call to my merry - men all ' to come and feast with me . But I have neither merry - men to call , nor feast to ...
... live all my life in such a place as this or if I was Robin Hood , I should take up my quarters here with Little John , and call to my merry - men all ' to come and feast with me . But I have neither merry - men to call , nor feast to ...
Strana 119
... lives ; and that the time which is given to sloth , will be charged against us as ill spent . Short as human life is , the sluggard renders it still shorter ; and adds to the awfulness of his future account a new sin , in every minute ...
... lives ; and that the time which is given to sloth , will be charged against us as ill spent . Short as human life is , the sluggard renders it still shorter ; and adds to the awfulness of his future account a new sin , in every minute ...
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animal ant-lion Athalie beautiful began bird Bressuire butterflies Caroline cazique chaffinch charms child CONGER EEL Coriolanus creature Cremona cried Crito dear death delight doth endeavoured eyes father favourite fear feel feet flowers Francesco garden gave hand happy Harry head heard heart Hephaestion honour hope hour HUAHINE humble insect kind king Kingfisher labour Lady Lucy leave lion little girl live look Mantua Mary master mastiff mind Monsieur Passot morning mother nature never night Norman Cross numbers o'er once Ostrich parents passed Petrarch pleasure poor prey Prince queen Queluz replied returned rose ROSE OF PERSIA round Sassari servant sister Socrates soon spider spot spring sweet tears thee thine thing thou thought tion Toinette took tree Virgil Volscians walked Weep whilst wild wings wood young youth
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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.