The boy's second help to reading: a selection of choice passages from English authors, by T.A. BuckleyTheodore Alors W. Buckley 1854 |
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... Hours . " To enjoy the thoughts of a variety of writers -to study the interpretation of those thoughts in the wondrous varieties of our language - to meet with a perpetual contrast - in which the manly vigour or the courtly smoothness ...
... Hours . " To enjoy the thoughts of a variety of writers -to study the interpretation of those thoughts in the wondrous varieties of our language - to meet with a perpetual contrast - in which the manly vigour or the courtly smoothness ...
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... hour , all were made ancillary to the one great purpose of improving the mind , and fitting it for the high functions to which its faculties were to be applied . Speaking of himself , he says : - " During this whole time I have been ...
... hour , all were made ancillary to the one great purpose of improving the mind , and fitting it for the high functions to which its faculties were to be applied . Speaking of himself , he says : - " During this whole time I have been ...
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... hours in my present retirement ; but , to my misfortune , I derive no pleasure from such pursuits . ' Surely these testimonies and these contrasts are pregnant with lessons of instruction . Surely they encourage us to acquire those ...
... hours in my present retirement ; but , to my misfortune , I derive no pleasure from such pursuits . ' Surely these testimonies and these contrasts are pregnant with lessons of instruction . Surely they encourage us to acquire those ...
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... hour of death and in the day of judgment " may comfort you with the hope of deliverance . The Youth and the Philosopher . WHITEHEAD . BORN 1715 , died 1785. Originally the son of a baker , he rose to high distinction at Cambridge , and ...
... hour of death and in the day of judgment " may comfort you with the hope of deliverance . The Youth and the Philosopher . WHITEHEAD . BORN 1715 , died 1785. Originally the son of a baker , he rose to high distinction at Cambridge , and ...
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... hour ago , before her labour was bestowed upon it , a country barber would not have hung at his shop - door ! " A bason ! ( cried another ) no such matter ; ' tis nothing but a paltry old sconce , with the nozzle broken off . " The ...
... hour ago , before her labour was bestowed upon it , a country barber would not have hung at his shop - door ! " A bason ! ( cried another ) no such matter ; ' tis nothing but a paltry old sconce , with the nozzle broken off . " The ...
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