The youth's poetical instructor, or Useful lessons in poetry

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Pàgina 41 - I feel him warm, but how can he Or make it day or night ? My day or night myself I make Whene'er I sleep or play ; And could I ever keep awake With me 'twere always day.
Pàgina 29 - I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly. "There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin; And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!
Pàgina 52 - Yet still to His footstool in prayer I may go, • And ask for a share in His love ; And if I thus earnestly seek Him below, I shall see Him and hear Him above...
Pàgina 31 - At last, Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast. He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den Within his little parlor — but she ne'er came out again! And now, dear little children, who may this story read, To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed; Unto an evil counsellor close heart, and ear, and eye, And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.
Pàgina 64 - Let my sins be all forgiven ! Bless the friends I love so well ! Take me when I die to heaven, Happy there with Thee to dwell.
Pàgina 31 - Alas ! alas ! how very soon this silly little Fly, Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by ; With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and...
Pàgina 11 - Wandering o'er the heathy fells, Down within the woodland dells ; All among the mountains wild Dwelleth many a little child ! In the baron's hall of pride, By the poor man's dull fireside ; 'Mid the mighty, 'mid the mean, Little children may be seen, Like the flowers that spring up fair, Bright and countless, everywhere!
Pàgina 12 - Mid its sufferings and its snares ; — Free from sorrow, free from strife, In the world of love and life, Where no sinful thing hath trod, In the presence of your God, Spotless, blameless, glorified, Little children, ye abide ! Mary Hewitt.
Pàgina 25 - So, sister, God to me is kind, Though sight, alas ! he has not given, But tell me, are there any blind Among the children up in Heaven ?" " No, dearest Edward, there all see ; But why ask me a thing so odd ? • " Oh Mary, he is so good to me, I thought I'd like to look at God...
Pàgina 31 - With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew, Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue; Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing! At last, Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast. He...

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