The Juvenile Mentor; Or, Select Readings ...Picket, 1825 - 262 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 69
עמוד 7
... hand saw it , and shot the poor thing through its head , and down it fell to the ground . The boy then ran to it , and picked it up ; and when he saw that it was dead , he was very sorry for what he had done . 2. How cruel it was to ...
... hand saw it , and shot the poor thing through its head , and down it fell to the ground . The boy then ran to it , and picked it up ; and when he saw that it was dead , he was very sorry for what he had done . 2. How cruel it was to ...
עמוד 9
... hand , and led her to the door , where the man was waiting with his birds . He chose the prettiest canary - bird in the cage ; it was a male , of a fine lively yellow colour , with a little black tuft on its head . 7. Amelia was now ...
... hand , and led her to the door , where the man was waiting with his birds . He chose the prettiest canary - bird in the cage ; it was a male , of a fine lively yellow colour , with a little black tuft on its head . 7. Amelia was now ...
עמוד 12
... hand ; but her heart was so full , that she could not uller a syllable . Cherry and Amelia were again good friends , and for some time it wanted for nothing . 25. Not long afterwards , her father and mother were obliged to go a little ...
... hand ; but her heart was so full , that she could not uller a syllable . Cherry and Amelia were again good friends , and for some time it wanted for nothing . 25. Not long afterwards , her father and mother were obliged to go a little ...
עמוד 14
... hand , skip and frisk around her , and would bleat most piteously , whenever Matilda was obliged to leave it at home . 13. The lamb , however , repaid the services of its little mistress in a more substantial manner , than that of ...
... hand , skip and frisk around her , and would bleat most piteously , whenever Matilda was obliged to leave it at home . 13. The lamb , however , repaid the services of its little mistress in a more substantial manner , than that of ...
עמוד 16
... holding the flower in her hand , when her father came into the room . " Bless me , Amanda , " said her father , " how could you be so thought less as to pluck a flower which you have seen 16 JUVENILE MENTOR . The Compassionate Judge,
... holding the flower in her hand , when her father came into the room . " Bless me , Amanda , " said her father , " how could you be so thought less as to pluck a flower which you have seen 16 JUVENILE MENTOR . The Compassionate Judge,
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
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מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
affection Amelia appeared Arachne arms Balance of Happiness beauty behold bird blessing bosom brethren brother Cæsar captain cheerful Cherry child cried Cusco daughter dear death delight duty earth Egypt endeavour Euphronius eyes father favour fear feel fell flowers fortune Freeport fruit garden give glory gratitude hand Hannah Hannah Lee happiness hast heard heart heaven Heraclitus honour hope human Ibraim Joseph labour Lake Ontario Lamprocles liberty little boy little girl live look louis-d'ors mankind Mazzarino Mendez mind morning mother Mount Etna Mount Vesuvius mountain nature never night obliged pain Pandarus parents passed peace Perrin person pity pleasure poor Powhatan Pythias Saguntum scene Sicily sisters slaves snow Socrates soon sorrow soul spring suffer sweet tears tenderness thee thing thou thought tion tree unto Venetian virtue voice walk wisdom wish young youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 87 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it : I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear.
עמוד 255 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...
עמוד 252 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black...
עמוד 249 - I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that...
עמוד 191 - Gladness grew in me upon the discovery of so delightful a scene. I •wished for the wings of an eagle, that I might fly away to those happy seats ; but the Genius told me there was no passage to them, except through the gates of death that I saw opening every moment upon the bridge. "The islands...
עמוד 247 - The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, 'This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
עמוד 247 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
עמוד 249 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
עמוד 248 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
עמוד 249 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas, poor Richard ! where rides he the whilst? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...