Exercises in Reading and Recitationauthor, 1828 - 251 psl. |
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... birds sweetly sing- ing , Can sooth the sad bosom of joyless despair . The deed that I dar'd , could it merit their malice ? A king and a father to place on his throne ? His right are these hills , and his right are 6 EXERCISES.
... birds sweetly sing- ing , Can sooth the sad bosom of joyless despair . The deed that I dar'd , could it merit their malice ? A king and a father to place on his throne ? His right are these hills , and his right are 6 EXERCISES.
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... King : Ah , wherefore ! he deserv'd no such return From me , whom he created what I was In that bright eminence , and with his good Upbraided none : nor was his service hard . What could be less than to afford him praise , The easiest ...
... King : Ah , wherefore ! he deserv'd no such return From me , whom he created what I was In that bright eminence , and with his good Upbraided none : nor was his service hard . What could be less than to afford him praise , The easiest ...
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... King I hold , By thee , and more than half perhaps will reign ; As Man ere long and this new world shall know . PAPER : A CONVERSATIONAL PLEASANTRY . DR . FRANKLIN . Some wit of old - such wits of old there were- Whose hints shew'd ...
... King I hold , By thee , and more than half perhaps will reign ; As Man ere long and this new world shall know . PAPER : A CONVERSATIONAL PLEASANTRY . DR . FRANKLIN . Some wit of old - such wits of old there were- Whose hints shew'd ...
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... KING .. YOUNG Slouch , the farmer , had a jolly wife , That knew all the conveniences of life ; Whose diligence and cleanliness supply'd The wit which nature had to him deny'd : But then she had a tongue that would be heard , And make a ...
... KING .. YOUNG Slouch , the farmer , had a jolly wife , That knew all the conveniences of life ; Whose diligence and cleanliness supply'd The wit which nature had to him deny'd : But then she had a tongue that would be heard , And make a ...
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... king- dom of God : neither doth corruption inherit corrup- tion . Behold , I shew you a mystery . We shall not all sleep : but we shall all be changed in a moment , in the twinkling of an eye , at the last trump : for the trumpet shall ...
... king- dom of God : neither doth corruption inherit corrup- tion . Behold , I shew you a mystery . We shall not all sleep : but we shall all be changed in a moment , in the twinkling of an eye , at the last trump : for the trumpet shall ...
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