Introduction to the American Common-school Reader and Speaker: Comprising Selections in Prose and Verse, with Elementary Rules and Exercises in PronunciationC. Tappan, 1845 - 288 pages |
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... brother . Then Martha , as soon as she heard that Jesus was coming , went and met him ; but Mary sat still in the house . Then said Martha unto Jesus , ' Lord , if thou hadst been here , my brother had not died ; but I know , that even ...
... brother . Then Martha , as soon as she heard that Jesus was coming , went and met him ; but Mary sat still in the house . Then said Martha unto Jesus , ' Lord , if thou hadst been here , my brother had not died ; but I know , that even ...
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... brother had not died . ' When Jesus , therefore , saw her weeping , and the Jews also weeping who came with her , he groaned in the spirit , and was troubled , and said , ' Where have ye laid him ? ' They say unto him , ' Lord , come ...
... brother had not died . ' When Jesus , therefore , saw her weeping , and the Jews also weeping who came with her , he groaned in the spirit , and was troubled , and said , ' Where have ye laid him ? ' They say unto him , ' Lord , come ...
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... Brother : When you were young , we were strong ; we fought by your side ; but our arms are now broken . You have grown large . My people have become small . Brother : My voice is weak ; you can scarcely hear me ; it is not the shout of ...
... Brother : When you were young , we were strong ; we fought by your side ; but our arms are now broken . You have grown large . My people have become small . Brother : My voice is weak ; you can scarcely hear me ; it is not the shout of ...
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... Brother : We do not now complain . The Choctaw suffers , but he never weeps . You have the strong arm ; and we can- not resist . But the pale - face worships the Great Spirit . So does the red man . The Great Spirit loves truth . When ...
... Brother : We do not now complain . The Choctaw suffers , but he never weeps . You have the strong arm ; and we can- not resist . But the pale - face worships the Great Spirit . So does the red man . The Great Spirit loves truth . When ...
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... Brother , I have done wrong ; - pardon me ! from an Indian I learn virtue ; and , for the future , when I would commit any deed of injustice , I will think of thee . ' EXERCISE VIII . THE PALACE AND THE COT . - Mrs . Crawford ...
... Brother , I have done wrong ; - pardon me ! from an Indian I learn virtue ; and , for the future , when I would commit any deed of injustice , I will think of thee . ' EXERCISE VIII . THE PALACE AND THE COT . - Mrs . Crawford ...
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Page 130 - Week in, week out, from morn till night You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, And hear the bellows roar, And catch the burning sparks that fly Like chaff from a threshing-floor.
Page 131 - Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes ; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close ; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ) Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought ; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought.
Page 130 - It sounds to him like her mother's voice Singing in Paradise : He needs must think of her once more How in the grave she lies, And with his hard rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes.
Page 27 - When Jesus heard that, he said, This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God might be glorified thereby.
Page 166 - Hitherto shalt thou come and no farther, and here shall thy proud waves be stayed.
Page 28 - Jesus answered, Are there not twelve hours in the day ? If any man walk in the day, he stumbleth not, because he seeth the light of this world. 10 But if a man walk in the night, he stumbleth, because there is no light in him.
Page 28 - Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection and the life : he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this ? She saith unto him, Yea, Lord : I believe that thou art the Christ the Son of God, which should come into the world.
Page 26 - When he had thus spoken, he spat on the ground and made clay of the spittle, and he anointed the eyes of the blind man with the clay. And said unto him, Go, wash in the pool of Siloam (which is by interpretation, Sent). He went his way, therefore, and washed, and came seeing.
Page 29 - And Jesus lifted up his eyes, and said, Father, I thank thee that thou hast heard me. And I knew that thou hearest me always ; but because of the people which stand by, I said it, that they may believe that thou hast sent me.
Page 130 - The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.