The Third Primary Reader: Consisting of Extracts in Prose and Verse. With Exercises in Enunciation. For the Use of the Highest Classes in Primary Schools

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Swan, Brewer & Tileston, 1861 - 236 pages

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Page 85 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Page 86 - Speak, father !" once again he cried, " If I may yet be gone : And — " 'but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on.
Page 87 - While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They wrapt the ship in splendour wild, They caught the flag on high, And streamed above the gallant child, Like banners in the sky. There came a burst of thunder sound — The boy — oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds that far around With fragments strewed the sea ! — With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part — But the noblest thing which perished there Was that young faithful heart...
Page 53 - Not more than others I deserve, Yet God hath given me more ; For I have food while others starve, Or beg from door to door.
Page 36 - GOD might have made the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak tree and the cedar tree, Without a flower at all.
Page 159 - THE VIOLET. DOWN in a green and shady bed, A modest violet grew, Its stalk was bent, it hung its head, As if to hide from view.
Page 71 - Mother, mother, the winds are at play, Prithee, let me be idle to-day. Look, dear mother, the flowers all lie Languidly under the bright blue sky. See, how slowly the streamlet glides ; Look, how the violet roguishly hides ; Even the butterfly rests on the rose, And scarcely sips the sweets as he goes. Poor Tray is asleep in the noonday sun, And the flies go about him one by one j 382 UNITED STATES SPEAKER.
Page 193 - To labor she would leave her home — For children must be fed ; And glad was she when she could buy A shilling's worth of bread. And this was all the children had On any day to eat ; They drank their water, ate their bread, But never tasted meat. One day when snow was falling fast, And piercing was the air, I thought that I would go and see How these poor children were. Ere long I reached their cheerless home ; 'Twas searched by every breeze ; When going in, the eldest child I saw upon its knees.
Page 210 - 0, yes, mamma ! how very gay Its wings of starry gold ! And see ! it lightly flies away Beyond my gentle hold. O, mother, now I know full well, If God that worm can change, And draw it from this broken cell, On golden wings to range, — How beautiful will brother be, When God shall give him wings, Above this dying world to flee, And live with heavenly things !
Page 117 - Why gaze ye on my hoary hairs, Ye children young and gay ? Your locks beneath the blast of cares, Will bleach as white as they. I had a mother once like you, Who o'er my pillow hung, Kiss'd from my cheek the briny dew, And taught my faltering tongue.

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