The National Preceptor: Or, Selections in Prose and Poetry: Consisting of Narrative, Descriptive, Argumentative, Didactic, Pathetic, and Humorous Pieces; Together with Dialogues, Addresses, Orations, Speeches. &c. Calculated to Improve the Scholar in Reading and Speaking; and to Impress the Minds of Youth with Sentiments of Piety and Virtue. Designed for the Use of Schools and AcademiesPratt, Woodford, Farmer, and Brace, 1854 - 324 pages |
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... looks . 3. The stranger laughed . " Aye , " said the man , in a humor- ous tone , " I wish to make the dog take notice of your civility ; it is so uncommon for a well - dressed person on horseback , to lift his hat or cap to a tattered ...
... looks . 3. The stranger laughed . " Aye , " said the man , in a humor- ous tone , " I wish to make the dog take notice of your civility ; it is so uncommon for a well - dressed person on horseback , to lift his hat or cap to a tattered ...
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... Look , " say I , " dear shadow , art thou not like a youth , when the sun of life is rising the earth seems too small ; just when I lift a leg , thou liftest another , as if thou wouldst step over ten acres at once ; and yet when thou ...
... Look , " say I , " dear shadow , art thou not like a youth , when the sun of life is rising the earth seems too small ; just when I lift a leg , thou liftest another , as if thou wouldst step over ten acres at once ; and yet when thou ...
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... look on holidays , when they put on gar- lands of fresh flowers , and we dance under the shade of our trees , or retire to the woods to listen to the song of the birds ! Can your musicians sing more melodiously than our nightin- gale ...
... look on holidays , when they put on gar- lands of fresh flowers , and we dance under the shade of our trees , or retire to the woods to listen to the song of the birds ! Can your musicians sing more melodiously than our nightin- gale ...
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... look for his dog - he was not to be seen on the road . 11. At last , he arrived at the spot where he had alighted.- But what were his sensations ! His heart was ready to bleed ; he raved in the madness of despair . The poor dog , unable ...
... look for his dog - he was not to be seen on the road . 11. At last , he arrived at the spot where he had alighted.- But what were his sensations ! His heart was ready to bleed ; he raved in the madness of despair . The poor dog , unable ...
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... look over his shoulder , when he perceived that the Indians were very much scattered ; and that he had gained ground to a considerable distance from the main body ; but one Indian , who carried a spear , was much before all the rest ...
... look over his shoulder , when he perceived that the Indians were very much scattered ; and that he had gained ground to a considerable distance from the main body ; but one Indian , who carried a spear , was much before all the rest ...
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Page 158 - Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to Misery all he had, a tear, He gained from Heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Page 185 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Page 297 - The wide, the unbounded prospect, lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works) he must delight in virtue; And that which he delights in must be happy.
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Page 294 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
Page 283 - No matter where. Of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth; Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.