Primary Reader: A Selection of Easy Reading Lessons, with Introductory Exercises in Articulation, for Young Children : Designed to Follow the 'Primary Spelling-book,' and Forming Part III. of a Series of Reading Books for Primary Schools
Tappan and Dennet, 1843 - 176 pàgines
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Pàgina 169 - All this was done, that it might be fulfilled, which was spoken by the prophet, saying, "Tell ye the daughter of Sion, Behold ! thy King cometh unto thee, meek, and sitting upon an ass, and a colt, the foal of an ass.
Pàgina 169 - AND when they drew nigh unto Jerusalem, and were come to Bethphage, unto the Mount of Olives, then sent Jesus two disciples, saying unto them, Go into the village over against you, and straightway ye shall find an ass tied, and a colt with her : loose them, and bring them unto me. And if any man say aught unto you, ye shall say, the Lord hath need of them ; and straightway he will send them.
Pàgina 157 - The boy ! — oh, where was he ? Ask of the winds, that far around With fragments strewed the sea, — With mast, and helm, and pennon fair, That well had borne their part ; But the noblest thing that perished there, Was that young faithful heart ! THOMAS CAMPBELL.
Pàgina 157 - And shouted but once more aloud, "My father! must I stay?" While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way. They...
Pàgina 156 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm; A creature of heroic blood, A proud though childlike form.
Pàgina 157 - 'but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair ; And look'd from that lone post of death In still yet brave despair. And shouted but once more aloud, " My father, must I stay ?" While o'er him fast through sail and shroud The wreathing fires made way.
Pàgina 39 - Nor is it less pleased with its first successful endeavours to walk, or rather to run (which precedes walking), although entirely ignorant of the importance of the attainment to its future life, and even without applying it to any present purpose. A child is delighted with speaking, without having anything to say ; and with walking, without knowing where to go. And prior to both these, I am disposed to believe that the -waking hours of infancy are agreeably taken up with the exercise of vision, or...
Pàgina 169 - And they understood not the saying which he spake unto them. And he went down with them, and came to Nazareth, and was subje<5l unto them : but his mother kept all these sayings in her heart. And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man.
Pàgina 77 - A feeble voice was heard to implore: " Cold blows the blast across the moor, The sleet drives hissing in the wind; Yon toilsome mountain lies before, A dreary, treeless waste behind. " My eyes are weak and dim with age; No road, no path, can I descry; And these poor rags ill stand the rage . Of such a keen inclement sky. ' So faint I am — these tottering feet No more my palsied frame can bear; My freezing heart forgets to beat, And drifting snows my tomb prepare.