National PreceptorWoodford & Company, 1845 - 336 頁 |
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... Beauty and Deformity , 18. The Discontented Pendulum , 20. Battle of Bunker's Hill , 19. Battle of Lexington , Percival's Tales . 35 Jane Taylor . 36 Weems . 39 21. Application , 22. The Shortness of Life , 23. The Faithful Greyhound ...
... Beauty and Deformity , 18. The Discontented Pendulum , 20. Battle of Bunker's Hill , 19. Battle of Lexington , Percival's Tales . 35 Jane Taylor . 36 Weems . 39 21. Application , 22. The Shortness of Life , 23. The Faithful Greyhound ...
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... beauty were ordered to attend . his table , and to obey his commands with the utmost readiness and the most profound submission . Fragrant ointments , chap- lets of flowers , and rich perfumes , were added to the entertain- ment . The ...
... beauty were ordered to attend . his table , and to obey his commands with the utmost readiness and the most profound submission . Fragrant ointments , chap- lets of flowers , and rich perfumes , were added to the entertain- ment . The ...
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... beauty with de- formity ? " " Beware , young man , " replied the intelligent keeper " of being so easily captivated with external appearance . 4. " The animal which you admire is called a tiger ; and notwithstanding the meekness of his ...
... beauty with de- formity ? " " Beware , young man , " replied the intelligent keeper " of being so easily captivated with external appearance . 4. " The animal which you admire is called a tiger ; and notwithstanding the meekness of his ...
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... beauty - the infant , weak and helpless , are without distinction swept away by the scythe of the great de- stroyer , Death . 4. The active youth , who in the morning rises with health and vivacity , may at noon lie pale and motionless ...
... beauty - the infant , weak and helpless , are without distinction swept away by the scythe of the great de- stroyer , Death . 4. The active youth , who in the morning rises with health and vivacity , may at noon lie pale and motionless ...
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... why are thine eyes red with weeping ? I have seen the rose in its beauty ; it spread its leaves to the morning sun . I returned : it was dying upon NATIONAL PRECEPTOR . 5 ; Mortality, Barbauld The Mysterious Stranger,
... why are thine eyes red with weeping ? I have seen the rose in its beauty ; it spread its leaves to the morning sun . I returned : it was dying upon NATIONAL PRECEPTOR . 5 ; Mortality, Barbauld The Mysterious Stranger,
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第 331 頁 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms— the day Battle's magnificently stern array!
第 159 頁 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
第 281 頁 - Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love ? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir.
第 300 頁 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
第 285 頁 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth...
第 253 頁 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To be, contents his natural desire, He asks no angel's wing, no seraph's fire ; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
第 159 頁 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
第 298 頁 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect...
第 281 頁 - Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who having eyes see not, and having ears hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?
第 187 頁 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.