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A Third Reader of a Grade Between the Second and Third Readers of the School ...
Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016
A Third Reader, of a Grade Between the Second and Third Readers of the ...
Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2018
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Side 18 - Fear came upon me and trembling, which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up : it stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof : an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God ? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?
Side 130 - Cast thy bread upon the waters : for thou shall find it after many days.
Side 16 - I would not live alway; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway...
Side 152 - Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain; For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again." " I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high; Will you rest upon my little bed?
Side 153 - Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "kind sir, that cannot be, I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!
Side 17 - Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns. He would himself have been a soldier.
Side 145 - Tis the fainting poor, Whose eye with want is dim ; 0 enter thou his humble door, With aid and peace for him. 3 Thy neighbor? He who drinks the cup When sorrow drowns the brim ; With words of high, sustaining hope, Go thou and comfort him. 4 Thy neighbor?
Side 163 - From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the Lord's name is to be praised.