Pleasant pages (by S.P. Newcombe). [With suppl., entitled] Fireside facts from the Great exhibition, 第 1 卷 |
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ور L. That is what our Saviour said of the barren fig - tree , papa ! " Cut it down , why cumbereth it the ground ? " P. True . Now hear the rest of the nobleman's speech to his son . all at work . They are all ' ministering spirits ' ...
ور L. That is what our Saviour said of the barren fig - tree , papa ! " Cut it down , why cumbereth it the ground ? " P. True . Now hear the rest of the nobleman's speech to his son . all at work . They are all ' ministering spirits ' ...
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They sleep during the day suspended by their limbs from the branches of the trees , looking like some strange fruit , and they are often knocked down and eaten as food . What sort of bats are they ? 25. There is an animal with a neck ...
They sleep during the day suspended by their limbs from the branches of the trees , looking like some strange fruit , and they are often knocked down and eaten as food . What sort of bats are they ? 25. There is an animal with a neck ...
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Inside a very little seed is a most minute germ ; and , as it is said , " this minute germ builds up the beautiful form and wondrous structure of the perfect tree with scarcely any other materials than water and air .
Inside a very little seed is a most minute germ ; and , as it is said , " this minute germ builds up the beautiful form and wondrous structure of the perfect tree with scarcely any other materials than water and air .
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Suppose , however , that you break off a twig from a tree -the organs in its leaves , and stem , lose their connection with the root . W. Yes , that is certain . P. Then they cease to perform their functions ; the leaves fade and ...
Suppose , however , that you break off a twig from a tree -the organs in its leaves , and stem , lose their connection with the root . W. Yes , that is certain . P. Then they cease to perform their functions ; the leaves fade and ...
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trees are like th torpid aniorgans of reproduction , which we mals . cal ! seeds . P. True . There is another There are other interesting instance in the vegetable kingpoints in plants . ( 5. ) Their parts dom , where there seems to be ...
trees are like th torpid aniorgans of reproduction , which we mals . cal ! seeds . P. True . There is another There are other interesting instance in the vegetable kingpoints in plants . ( 5. ) Their parts dom , where there seems to be ...
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第176页 - and rest Thy weary head upon this breast !" A tear stood in his bright blue eye, But still he answered, with a sigh, Excelsior ! " Beware the pine-tree's withered branch ! Beware the awful avalanche ! " This was the peasant's last Good-night.
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第176页 - At break of day, as heavenward The pious monks of Saint Bernard Uttered the oft-repeated prayer, A voice cried through the startled air Excelsior ! A traveller, by the faithful hound, Half-buried in the snow was found, Still grasping in his hand of ice That banner with the strange device Excelsior ! There in the twilight cold and gray, Lifeless, but beautiful, he lay, And from the sky, serene and far, A voice fell, like a falling star, Excelsior ! POEMS ON SLAVERY.
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