Chambers's supplementary reader, selected from Miscellany of instructive and entertaining tracts, Ausgabe 6

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Seite 28 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Seite 28 - Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean-side?
Seite 8 - WHAT IS THAT, MOTHER ? What is that, mother ? — The lark, my child, — The morn has but just looked out, and smiled, When he starts from his humble, grassy nest, And is up and away with the dew on his breast And a hymn in his heart, to yon pure bright sphere, To warble it out in his Maker's ear. Ever, my child, be thy morn's first lays Tuned, like the lark's, to thy Maker's praise. What is that, mother ? — The dove, my son.
Seite 6 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Seite 7 - Where two or three are gathered together in the Name of Christ, there He is in the midst of them, and thereby they become a Church ; for they are as a builded house, and the Son within that house.
Seite 28 - And soon that toil shall end; Soon shall thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend, Soon o'er thy sheltered nest Thou'rt gone; the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, * Will lead my steps aright.
Seite 8 - What is that mother ? The eagle, boy ! Proudly careering his course of joy, Firm, on his own mountain vigour relying, Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying ; His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun, He swerves not a hair, but bears onward, right on. Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine, Onward and upward, and true to the line.
Seite 5 - THE CUCKOO. HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove! Thou messenger of spring ! Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat, And woods thy welcome sing. What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Seite 16 - Deum, as a hymn of thanksgiving to God, and were joined by those of the other ships, with tears of joy and transports of congratulation. This office of gratitude to heaven was followed by an act of justice to their commander. They threw themselves at the feet of Columbus, with feelings of self-condemuation mingled with reverence.
Seite 15 - From all these symptoms, Columbus was so confident of being near land, that, on the evening of the...

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