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 pàgines |
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... o'er the rocks and dells , The gallant chidings rise , All Snowdon's craggy chaos yells The many mingled cries . * John , king of England , A. D. 1199 . 7. That day Lewellyn little loved The chase of hart 5 NATIONAL PRECEPTOR . Damon ...
... o'er the rocks and dells , The gallant chidings rise , All Snowdon's craggy chaos yells The many mingled cries . * John , king of England , A. D. 1199 . 7. That day Lewellyn little loved The chase of hart 5 NATIONAL PRECEPTOR . Damon ...
Pàgina 50
... o'er was smeared with gore , His lips , his fangs ran blood . 10. Lewellyn gazed with fierce surprise ; Unused such looks to meet , His favorite checked his joyful guise , And crouched and licked his feet . 11. Onward in haste Lewellyn ...
... o'er was smeared with gore , His lips , his fangs ran blood . 10. Lewellyn gazed with fierce surprise ; Unused such looks to meet , His favorite checked his joyful guise , And crouched and licked his feet . 11. Onward in haste Lewellyn ...
Pàgina 82
... o'er his son's bright hair- -He never smiled again . 3. He sat where festal bowls went round ; He heard the minstrel † sing ; He saw the tourney's victor crowned , Amidst the knightly ring . * Bark , a small vessel . + Minstrel , a ...
... o'er his son's bright hair- -He never smiled again . 3. He sat where festal bowls went round ; He heard the minstrel † sing ; He saw the tourney's victor crowned , Amidst the knightly ring . * Bark , a small vessel . + Minstrel , a ...
Pàgina 83
... o'er the trace Of vows once fondly pour'd ; And strangers took the kinsman's place At many a joyous board . Graves which true love had bathed with tears , Were left to heaven's bright rain ; Fresh hopes were born for other years- -He ...
... o'er the trace Of vows once fondly pour'd ; And strangers took the kinsman's place At many a joyous board . Graves which true love had bathed with tears , Were left to heaven's bright rain ; Fresh hopes were born for other years- -He ...
Pàgina 99
... o'er whom a spell Of darkness hath been cast ; His spirit seemed alone to dwell With dangers that were past . 3. The city of his home and heart , So grand - so gaily bright , Now touch'd by Fate's unerring dart , Had vanish'd from his ...
... o'er whom a spell Of darkness hath been cast ; His spirit seemed alone to dwell With dangers that were past . 3. The city of his home and heart , So grand - so gaily bright , Now touch'd by Fate's unerring dart , Had vanish'd from his ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 295 - Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels...
Pàgina 300 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Pàgina 313 - Earth, Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Pàgina 279 - Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love ? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir.
Pàgina 156 - The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.