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... give a great deal of trouble . Who is so kind to you as your parents are ? Who takes so much pains to instruct you ? Who taught you almost every thing you know ? Who provides food for you , and clothes , and warm beds to sleep on at ...
... give a great deal of trouble . Who is so kind to you as your parents are ? Who takes so much pains to instruct you ? Who taught you almost every thing you know ? Who provides food for you , and clothes , and warm beds to sleep on at ...
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... give her some food . His trouble increased every mo- ment . He went to and from her , with the utmost appearance of distress . Sometimes he made the most mournful cries ; at other times , he fixed his eyes on his mate , and was silent ...
... give her some food . His trouble increased every mo- ment . He went to and from her , with the utmost appearance of distress . Sometimes he made the most mournful cries ; at other times , he fixed his eyes on his mate , and was silent ...
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... give him something to eat . Fetch some bread for him . Throw the orumbs on the floor Eat pretty robin , eat . He will not eat ; I believe he is afraid of us . He looks about , and wonders where he is ! O , he begins to eat ! he is not ...
... give him something to eat . Fetch some bread for him . Throw the orumbs on the floor Eat pretty robin , eat . He will not eat ; I believe he is afraid of us . He looks about , and wonders where he is ! O , he begins to eat ! he is not ...
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... give him some crumbs . CONVERSATION BETWEEN A MOTH- ER AND HER SON . MOTHER . I hope , happy at school to - day . son , you have been very JOHN . Not quite so happy , my dear Mother , as if I had understood my lesson better . You have ...
... give him some crumbs . CONVERSATION BETWEEN A MOTH- ER AND HER SON . MOTHER . I hope , happy at school to - day . son , you have been very JOHN . Not quite so happy , my dear Mother , as if I had understood my lesson better . You have ...
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... give up your play for a little while . JOHN . I will leave my play , or almost any thing else , whenever you will be so good as to in- struct me in a thing so useful . MOTH . Instruct my son ? Do you know the ' ro THE PROGRESSIV.
... give up your play for a little while . JOHN . I will leave my play , or almost any thing else , whenever you will be so good as to in- struct me in a thing so useful . MOTH . Instruct my son ? Do you know the ' ro THE PROGRESSIV.
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Page 173 - There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 172 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Page 173 - Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost.
Page 13 - My son, hear the instruction of thy father, and forsake not the law of thy mother: For they shall be an ornament of grace unto thy head, and chains about thy neck.
Page 14 - The eye that mocketh at his father, and despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it.
Page 160 - HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove ! Thou messenger of Spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year...
Page 12 - The sheep rest upon their soft fleeces, and their loud bleating is no more heard amongst the hills. There is no sound of a number of voices, or of children at play, or the trampling of busy feet, and of people hurrying to and fro. The smith's hammer is not heard upon the anvil ; nor the harsh saw of the carpenter. All men are stretched on their quiet beds ; and the child sleeps upon the breast of its mother. Darkness is spread over the skies, and darkness is upon the ground ; every eye is shut, and...
Page 12 - There is an eye that never sleepeth ; there is an eye that seeth in the dark night as well as in the bright sunshine. When there is no light of the sun, nor of the moon ; when there is no lamp in the house, nor any little star twinkling...
Page 160 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Page 173 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.