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... young in improving their style of reading , and in exciting them to virtuous action , Humbly submits it to the candor of an enlightened public . J. OLNEY . Hartford , April , 1831 . The following extract from the North American Review ...
... young in improving their style of reading , and in exciting them to virtuous action , Humbly submits it to the candor of an enlightened public . J. OLNEY . Hartford , April , 1831 . The following extract from the North American Review ...
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... - in ease ; Those call it pleasure , and contentment - these . Thou art the man . The young are slaves to novelty ; the old - to custom . ELEMENTS OF ELOCUTION . Memory is the purveyor of reason vi ELEMENTS OF ELOCUTION .
... - in ease ; Those call it pleasure , and contentment - these . Thou art the man . The young are slaves to novelty ; the old - to custom . ELEMENTS OF ELOCUTION . Memory is the purveyor of reason vi ELEMENTS OF ELOCUTION .
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... Young Ones , Page 13 Thompson's Collection . 15 Spectator . 15 5. Moderate Wishes the source of Happiness , 6. Affection to Parents Rewarded , 7. The Golden Mean , 8. Against Religious Persecution , 9. Story of Goffe , the Regicide , 10 ...
... Young Ones , Page 13 Thompson's Collection . 15 Spectator . 15 5. Moderate Wishes the source of Happiness , 6. Affection to Parents Rewarded , 7. The Golden Mean , 8. Against Religious Persecution , 9. Story of Goffe , the Regicide , 10 ...
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... Young . 283 Cotton . 284 144. Vanity of Power and Misery of Kings , 145. Darkness , Shakspeare . 285 Byron . 286 148. Cassius instigating Brutus , Khemnitzer . 301 291 Shakspeare . 294 296 298 299 300 156. Address to the Ocean , 158 ...
... Young . 283 Cotton . 284 144. Vanity of Power and Misery of Kings , 145. Darkness , Shakspeare . 285 Byron . 286 148. Cassius instigating Brutus , Khemnitzer . 301 291 Shakspeare . 294 296 298 299 300 156. Address to the Ocean , 158 ...
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... young ones in a field of wheat , which was almost ripe , and she was not a little afraid that the reapers would be set to work , before her young ones were large enough to be able to remove from the place . 2. One morning , therefore ...
... young ones in a field of wheat , which was almost ripe , and she was not a little afraid that the reapers would be set to work , before her young ones were large enough to be able to remove from the place . 2. One morning , therefore ...
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Page 154 - 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.
Page 295 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 278 - Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.
Page 156 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 326 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Page 326 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 299 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld thou rollest now.
Page 292 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what ! weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 301 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall. That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire ; that, where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
Page 256 - Ye winds, that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends , — do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.