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... Poor Cobbler and the Fairies Anecdote of M. Berryer Livingstone and the Lion The Goldsmith and the Soldier Fable - The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse The Bald Eagle The Dog and the Crane The Charge of the Light Brigade The Ant Death ...
... Poor Cobbler and the Fairies Anecdote of M. Berryer Livingstone and the Lion The Goldsmith and the Soldier Fable - The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse The Bald Eagle The Dog and the Crane The Charge of the Light Brigade The Ant Death ...
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... poor birds , made more watchful by their hunger , awakened the men who lay near . A Roman hastened to the wall , and found that two Gauls had mounted it . They were both struck and hurled down the rampart . The sentinel was punished ...
... poor birds , made more watchful by their hunger , awakened the men who lay near . A Roman hastened to the wall , and found that two Gauls had mounted it . They were both struck and hurled down the rampart . The sentinel was punished ...
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... poor goat at the bottom of the well , to shift for himself . - ESOP'S FABLES . THE SLAVE AND HIS MASTER . A slave fled from his master . After several days , the latter , on visiting another city , saw him there and seized him , saying ...
... poor goat at the bottom of the well , to shift for himself . - ESOP'S FABLES . THE SLAVE AND HIS MASTER . A slave fled from his master . After several days , the latter , on visiting another city , saw him there and seized him , saying ...
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... poor old servant ; it is not my heart and inclination , but my strength and speed that fail me . If what I now am displeases , pray don't forget what I have been . 24 Indian Reader . The Parrot which spoke Persian Fable-The Old Hound.
... poor old servant ; it is not my heart and inclination , but my strength and speed that fail me . If what I now am displeases , pray don't forget what I have been . 24 Indian Reader . The Parrot which spoke Persian Fable-The Old Hound.
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... poor fond mother , who should think no affliction so great as that of losing her child . The eagle , whose nest was up in a very high tree , thought herself secure enough from all projects of revenge , and so bore away the cub to her ...
... poor fond mother , who should think no affliction so great as that of losing her child . The eagle , whose nest was up in a very high tree , thought herself secure enough from all projects of revenge , and so bore away the cub to her ...
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ALEXANDER SEVERUS ANECDOTE animal answered asked bald eagle beasts beautiful became began Berryer BIDPAI bird blind boar brother buckwheat bundle Camel chamois cobbler companions corn creature cricket cried dead deaf delighted donkey door elephant endeavoured enemy exclaimed eyes FABLE-THE FABLES father fear fell fire flower frightened gave give goat gold grass hand happened head hear heard heart heaven honour horse hour hunter instantly Jackal judge Kází kill king labour Learn to labour leave lion little daisy live looked Macaire Malatour mare master Montdidier morning nest never night once Ortogrul parrot poor prey Rakshas replied resolved Reynard round Saheb says seized servant sitting soldiers soon spot stood Sultan tell thee thou thought took treasure tree Villetreton vizier voice vulture watch wise wolf wood young
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Page 182 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 30 - But the nightingale, another of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased.
Page 181 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 168 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Page 168 - THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corpse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot, O'er the grave where our hero we buried.
Page 145 - As for me, I am the friend of the gods and of good men, an agreeable companion to the artizan, an household guardian to the fathers of families, a patron and protector of servants, an associate in all true and generous friendships. The banquets of my votaries are never costly, but always delicious ; for none eat or drink at them who are not invited by hunger and thirst. Their slumbers are sound, and their wakings cheerful. My young men have the pleasure of hearing themselves praised by those who...
Page 168 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Nor in sheet, nor in shroud, we wound him ; But he lay, like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 113 - ... nations. The Russian gunners, when the storm of cavalry passed, returned to their guns. They saw their own cavalry mingled with the troopers who had just ridden over them, and, to the eternal disgrace of the Russian name, the miscreants poured a murderous volley of grape and canister on the mass of struggling men and horses, mingling friend and foe in one common ruin ! It...
Page 23 - I saw you last ; by no means, replied the sculptor, I have retouched this part, and polished that; I have softened this feature, and brought out this muscle ; I have given more expression to this lip and more energy to this limb : Well, well, said his friend, but all these are trifles ; it may be so, replied Angelo, but recollect that trifles make perfection, and that perfection is no trifle.
Page 150 - I had now a mind to try how many cobwebs a single spider could furnish, wherefore I destroyed this, and the insect set about another. When I destroyed the other also, its whole stock seemed entirely exhausted, and it could spin no more. The arts it made use of to support itself, now deprived of its great means of subsistence, were indeed surprising. I have seen it roll up its legs like a ball, and lie motionless for hours together, but cautiously watching all the time ; when a fly happened to approach...