The New Century: 4th-5th Reader. Revised, Libro 5Rand, McNally & Company, 1902 |
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... windows ; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor , and the poorest lived in abundance . * * * * * * * * Pleasantly rose next morn the sun on the village of 18 THE NEW CENTURY READER .
... windows ; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor , and the poorest lived in abundance . * * * * * * * * Pleasantly rose next morn the sun on the village of 18 THE NEW CENTURY READER .
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... poor oppor- tunities , that failed to give him this equipment . I never met one of them who did not feel in the presence of cultured people a certain sense of mor- tification which no money paid for . What is success ? Is it money ? How ...
... poor oppor- tunities , that failed to give him this equipment . I never met one of them who did not feel in the presence of cultured people a certain sense of mor- tification which no money paid for . What is success ? Is it money ? How ...
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... poor find more compassion , but not more justice , from thee than the applications of the wealthy . Be equally solicitous to sift out the truth amidst the presents and the promises of the rich and the sighs and entreaties of the poor ...
... poor find more compassion , but not more justice , from thee than the applications of the wealthy . Be equally solicitous to sift out the truth amidst the presents and the promises of the rich and the sighs and entreaties of the poor ...
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4th-5th Reader. Revised. and entreaties of the poor . Whenever equity may justly temper the rigor of the law , let not the whole force of it bear upon the delinquent : for it is better that a judge should lean on the side of compassion ...
4th-5th Reader. Revised. and entreaties of the poor . Whenever equity may justly temper the rigor of the law , let not the whole force of it bear upon the delinquent : for it is better that a judge should lean on the side of compassion ...
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... poor Religion's pride , In all the pomp of method , and of art , When men display to congregations wide , Devotion's ev'ry grace , except the heart ! The Pow'r , incens'd , the pageant will desert , The pompous strain , the sacerdotal ...
... poor Religion's pride , In all the pomp of method , and of art , When men display to congregations wide , Devotion's ev'ry grace , except the heart ! The Pow'r , incens'd , the pageant will desert , The pompous strain , the sacerdotal ...
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Página 50 - The earth is the Lord's and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. For he hath founded it upon the seas, and established it upon the floods. Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? and who shall stand in his holy place? He that hath clean hands, and a pure heart; who hath not lifted up his soul unto vanity, nor sworn deceitfully.
Página 146 - You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
Página 69 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride: His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare; .Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And ' Let us worship God !* he says, with solemn air.
Página 159 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
Página 83 - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the' inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Página 47 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave; Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Página 298 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 102 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air, and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! O dread and silent Mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
Página 47 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now — The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Página 84 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench, the blushes of ingenuous shame...