Third Class Reader

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Swan, Brewer & Tileston, 1861
 

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第 139 頁 - 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 noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend. When in the sultry glebe
第 110 頁 - Send danger from the east unto the west, So honor cross it" from the north to south, And let them grapple. 0, the blood more stirs To rouse a lion than to start a hare! A DEW-DROP. — Trench. A dew-drop, falling on the wild sea wave, Exclaimed in fear,
第 134 頁 - to this rock Will not bless the priest of Aberbrothock." Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away, And scoured the seas for many a day ; And now grown rich with plundered store, He steers his course to Scotland's shore. So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky They cannot see the sun on high ; The wind
第 2 頁 - My son, attend to my words ; incline thine ear unto my sayings: Let them not depart from thine eyes; keep them in the midst of thine heart: For they are life unto those that find them, and health to all their flesh. Keep thy heart with all diligence ; for
第 158 頁 - COWPEE. BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose; The spectacles set them unhappily wrong; The point in dispute was, as all the world knows, To which the said spectacles ought to belong. So the Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning
第 111 頁 - How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at intervals upon the ear In cadence sweet! now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous as the gale comes on. With easy force it opens all the cells Where memory slept. FIELD
第 109 頁 - claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from which he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
第 159 頁 - TWAS the night before Christmas, and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In the hope that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
第 135 頁 - They hear no sound ; the swell is strong; Though the wind hath fallen, they drift along, Till the vessel strikes with a shivering shock— O Heavens ! it is the Inchcape rock! Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair; He cursed himself in his despair; But the waves rush in on every side, And the vessel sinks beneath the tide.
第 102 頁 - early playmate, Matilda.] THE tear down childhood's cheek that flows Is like the dew-drop on the rose ; When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the flower is dry. Won by their care, the orphan child Soon on his new protector smiled, -. With dimpled cheek and eye so fair, Through his thick curls of flaxen hair;

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