The English Reader; Or, Pieces in Prose and Poetry, Selected from the Best Writers, Designed to Assist Young Persons to Read with Propriety and Effect; to Improve Their Language and Sentiments; and to Inculcate Some of the Most Important Principles of Piety and Virtue. With a Few Preliminary Observations on the Principles of Good ReadingJ.I. Cutler, 1835 - Всего страниц: 235 |
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Стр. 118 - and night, hope to come: and, for this hope's sake, king Agrippa, I am accused by the Jews. 3 Why should it be thought a thing incredible with you, that God should raise the dead ? I verily thought with myself, that I ought to do many things contrary to the name of Jesus of Nazareth: and this
Стр. 27 - begging bread. It is better to be a door-keeper in the house of the Lord, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness. I have seen the wicked in great power; and spreading himself like a green bay-tree. Yet he passed away : I sought him, but he could not be found.
Стр. 229 - blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always TO BE blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin'd from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come. 4 Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind, His soul proud science never taught to
Стр. 224 - 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. 3 What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball! . What
Стр. 218 - 5 His praise, ye winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and wave your tops, ye pines, With ev'ry plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble as ye flow Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices, all ye living souls ; ye birds,
Стр. 64 - Remove far from me vanity and lies.— Give me neither poverty nor riches. Feed me with food convenient for me: lest I be full and deny thee ; and say who is the Lord ? or lest 'I be poor, and steal; and
Стр. 188 - unbeheld in deep of night, Shine not In vain; nor think, though men were none, That heav'n would want spectators, God want praise; Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep All these with ceaseless praise his works behold, Both day and night How often, from the steep Of echoing hill or
Стр. 218 - Ye mists and exhalations that now rise Prom hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great AUTHOR rise ! Whether to deck with clouds th' uncolour'd sky, Or wet the thirsty earth with falling show'rs, Rising or falling, still advance his praise.
Стр. 213 - Oh solitude! where are the charms. That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. £ I am out of humanity's reach ; I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain, I must finish my journey alone; Never hear the sweet music of speech
Стр. 187 - night long, her am'rous descant sung: Silence was pleas'd. Now glow'd the firmament With living sapphires: Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length, Apparent queen, unveil'd her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle