Chambers's miscellany of instructive & entertaining tracts, Bind 5 |
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Side 10
... look well , and appear contented , and even happy . " Sir , " said I , " I have studied human nature more than books . I had the manage- ment of many more men in my own country , and I was always rigidly just to them . I never oppressed ...
... look well , and appear contented , and even happy . " Sir , " said I , " I have studied human nature more than books . I had the manage- ment of many more men in my own country , and I was always rigidly just to them . I never oppressed ...
Side 14
... of nations acting towards each other on the principle of love . Hitherto , they have been more accustomed to look to the hurt of their neighbour as their own benefit , than to the opposite principle , which 14 LOVE IS POWER .
... of nations acting towards each other on the principle of love . Hitherto , they have been more accustomed to look to the hurt of their neighbour as their own benefit , than to the opposite principle , which 14 LOVE IS POWER .
Side 18
... looks to murder ? " Then turning with a benignant smile to the Indians , he said : “ Well , brothers , if you have given us too much land for the goods first agreed on , how much more will satisfy you ? " 66 66 " This proposal gratified ...
... looks to murder ? " Then turning with a benignant smile to the Indians , he said : “ Well , brothers , if you have given us too much land for the goods first agreed on , how much more will satisfy you ? " 66 66 " This proposal gratified ...
Side 23
... all his . He invites all his children to come and enjoy them . We admire them ; we see that there is more than enough for all ; and it would seem that , as children of a common Father , we might look at them , and use 23 LOVE IS POWER .
... all his . He invites all his children to come and enjoy them . We admire them ; we see that there is more than enough for all ; and it would seem that , as children of a common Father , we might look at them , and use 23 LOVE IS POWER .
Side 24
Chambers W. and R., ltd. Father , we might look at them , and use and enjoy them , in love and peace . Yet as soon as we see the beautiful things our Father has laid before us , to please us and make us happy in his love , and in each ...
Chambers W. and R., ltd. Father , we might look at them , and use and enjoy them , in love and peace . Yet as soon as we see the beautiful things our Father has laid before us , to please us and make us happy in his love , and in each ...
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Side 25 - CALL it not vain: — they do not err, Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper And celebrates his obsequies; Who say tall cliff and cavern lone For the departed bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill; That flowers in tears of balm distil; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks in deeper groan reply, 10 And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Side 22 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ? What mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand...
Side 8 - E'en the slight harebell raised its head, Elastic from her airy tread : What though upon her speech there hung The accents of the mountain tongue — Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear, The listener held his breath to hear.
Side 30 - Is this thy voice, my son David ? " And Saul lifted up his voice, and wept. And he said to David, " Thou art more righteous than I : for thou hast rewarded me good, whereas I have rewarded thee evil. And thou hast shewed this day how that thou hast dealt well with me : forasmuch as when the Lord had delivered me into thine hand, thou killedst me not. For if a man find his enemy, will he let him go well away? wherefore the Lord reward thee good for that thou hast done unto me this day.
Side 21 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Side 21 - The Lay of the Last Minstrel, Marmion, and The Lady of the Lake taken together.
Side 1 - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone.
Side 5 - O, woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow A ministering angel thou...
Side 5 - Ever, he said, that, close and near, A lady's voice was in his ear, And that the priest he could not hear ; For that she ever sung, " In the lost battle, borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle with groans of the dying...
Side 2 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar?