The Critical Pronouncing Spelling-book: Containing the Rudiments of the English Language, to which are Prefixed, the Principles of English Pronunciation : Compiled for the Use of Schools, in the United States and Great Britain

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H. Burhans, 1825 - Spellers - 204 pages

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Page 92 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Page 90 - O'erflow thy courts : the Light himself shall shine Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine ! The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away ; But fix'd his word, his saving power remains; Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own MESSIAH reigns !" My dear children, make this king of Zion your friend, by sweetly submitting to the sceptre of his grace.
Page 65 - For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.
Page 102 - And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye : My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 106 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still : Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Page 99 - I shine upon the trees and the houses, and upon the water ; and every thing looks sparkling and beautiful when I shine upon it. I give you light, and I give you heat, for I make it warm. I make the fruit ripen, and the corn ripen. If I did not shine upon the fields and upon the gardens, nothing would grow. I am up very high in the sky, higher than all trees, higher than the clouds, higher than every thing.
Page 85 - I've no time to idle away, I've got all my dear little children to feed, And my nest to new cover with hay." " Pretty bee, do not buzz about over...
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Page 99 - ... say, Sluggard, get up ; I do not shine for you to lie in your bed and sleep, but I shine for you to get up and work, and read, and walk about.
Page 85 - I play, they would call me a sad idle bee, And perhaps turn me out of the hive. Stop ! stop ! little Ant — do not run off so fast, Wait with me a little and play: 1 hope I shall find a companion at last, You are not so busy as they.

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