The Juvenile Mentor; Or, Select Readings ...Picket, 1825 - Počet stran: 262 |
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... pity for the poor bird , and Amelia ran away into her chamber to ease her heart in tears . However , her father , with some difficulty , brought pretty Cherry to itself again . 21. Her father , the next day ordered Cherry to be made a ...
... pity for the poor bird , and Amelia ran away into her chamber to ease her heart in tears . However , her father , with some difficulty , brought pretty Cherry to itself again . 21. Her father , the next day ordered Cherry to be made a ...
Strana 13
... pity you ? " said she to the lamb , either this day or to - morrow they would have cut your throat with a great knife ; whereas , now you are lifeless , and have nothing to fear . " B 1 6. While she was thus speaking , the warmth of ...
... pity you ? " said she to the lamb , either this day or to - morrow they would have cut your throat with a great knife ; whereas , now you are lifeless , and have nothing to fear . " B 1 6. While she was thus speaking , the warmth of ...
Strana 15
... pity to lose a moment of their time . 5. His father , however , did not choose to be too has'y in giving credit to his son's predictions , and thought it more advisable to wait a little . While the little boy and his father were ...
... pity to lose a moment of their time . 5. His father , however , did not choose to be too has'y in giving credit to his son's predictions , and thought it more advisable to wait a little . While the little boy and his father were ...
Strana 19
... pity and indignation , and gave each of them a look that was more dreadful than any words he could have spoken . After some silence , the little boy attempted to justify himself by saying , that it was a cu- rious sight to see swallows ...
... pity and indignation , and gave each of them a look that was more dreadful than any words he could have spoken . After some silence , the little boy attempted to justify himself by saying , that it was a cu- rious sight to see swallows ...
Strana 26
... pity and admiration at the relation of such facts ? The generous physician , taking Harry by the hand , said , " No , my dear little boy , you shall not die for want of the necessaries of life . I will take care of your family , and ...
... pity and admiration at the relation of such facts ? The generous physician , taking Harry by the hand , said , " No , my dear little boy , you shall not die for want of the necessaries of life . I will take care of your family , and ...
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affection Amelia appeared Arachne arms Balance of Happiness beauty behold bird blessing bosom brethren brother Cæsar captain cheerful Cherry child cried Cusco daughter dear death delight duty earth Egypt endeavour Euphronius eyes father favour fear feel fell flowers fortune Freeport fruit garden give glory gratitude hand Hannah Hannah Lee happiness hast heard heart heaven Heraclitus honour hope human Ibraim Joseph labour Lake Ontario Lamprocles liberty little boy little girl live look louis-d'ors mankind Mazzarino Mendez mind morning mother Mount Etna Mount Vesuvius mountain nature never night obliged pain Pandarus parents passed peace Perrin person pity pleasure poor Powhatan Pythias Saguntum scene Sicily sisters slaves snow Socrates soon sorrow soul spring suffer sweet tears tenderness thee thing thou thought tion tree unto Venetian virtue voice walk wisdom wish young youth
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Strana 87 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
Strana 255 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...
Strana 252 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black...
Strana 249 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that...
Strana 191 - Gladness grew in me upon the discovery of so delightful a scene. I •wished for the wings of an eagle, that I might fly away to those happy seats ; but the Genius told me there was no passage to them, except through the gates of death that I saw opening every moment upon the bridge. "The islands...
Strana 247 - The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, 'This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 247 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Strana 249 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Strana 248 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Strana 249 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the whilst? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...