Introduction to the English Reader: Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Calculated to Improve the Younger Classes of Learners in Reading, and to Imbue Their Minds with the Love of Virtue ; to which are Added, Rules and Observations for Assisting Children to Read with Propriety
Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longman, 1836 - 152 pàgines
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Pàgina 199 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound ; Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter, fire.
Pàgina 205 - Ross, each lisping babe replies. Behold the market-place with poor o'erspread, The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread : He feeds yon almshouse, neat but void of state, Where age and want sit smiling at the gate ; Him portion'd maids, apprentic'd orphans bless' d, The young who labour and the old who rest. Is any sick ? the Man of Ross relieves, Prescribes, attends, the med'cine makes and gives.
Pàgina 180 - I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there; The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play, When they are angry, -roar like lions for their prey.
Pàgina 227 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Pàgina 204 - She guides the young, with innocence, In pleasure's path to tread ; A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head.
Pàgina 123 - I might have bought with the rest of the money; and laughed at me so much for my folly, that I cried with vexation; and the reflection gave me more chagrin than the whistle gave me pleasure.
Pàgina 124 - Don't give too much for the whistle ; and I saved my money.
Pàgina 189 - To thee, almighty God, to thee, Our childhood we resign ; 'Twill please us to look back and see That our whole lives were thine.
Pàgina 124 - I, too much for his whistle. If I knew a miser, who gave up every kind of comfortable living, all the pleasure of doing good to others, all the esteem of his fellow-citizens, and the joys of benevolent friendship, for the sake of accumulating wealth, Poor man, said I, you pay too much for your whistle.
Pàgina 146 - ... a woman, returning from the labors of the field, stopped to observe me, and, perceiving that I was weary and dejected, inquired into my situation, which I briefly explained to her ; whereupon, with looks of great compassion, she took up my saddle and bridle, and told me to follow her.