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A second class reader; consisting of extracts, in prose and verse, for the use of the second classes in public and private schools with an ... reading and the training of the vocal organs - Softcover
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1858 Excerpt: ... that it meets. A blessing is flung abroad, and scattered far and wide over the earth, to be gathered up by all who choose. I recline upon the still unwithered grass, and whisper to myself, " 0, perfect day!--O, beautiful world!--O, beneficent God!" And it is the promise of a blessed eternity; for our Creator would never have made such lovely days, and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above and beyond all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal. This sunshine is the golden pledge thereof. It beams through the gates of Paradise, and shows us glimpses far inward. By and by--in a little time--the outward world puts on a drear austerity. On some October morning, there is a heavy hoar frost on the grass, and along the tops of the fences; and at sunrise the leaves fall from the trees of our avenue without a breath of wind, quietly descending by their own weight. All summer long, they have murmured like the noise of waters; they have roared loudly, while the branches were wrestling with the thunder-gust; they have made music, both glad and solemn; they have attuned my thoughts by their quiet sound, as I paced to and fro beneath the arch of intermingling boughs. Now, they can only rustle under my feet. CL--A SNOW STORM. TH0H80K. James Thomson was born in the county of Roxburgh, Scotland, September 7, I70O, and died August 27, 1748. He waa the author of the Seasons, an admirable descriptive poem, of the Castle of Indolence, Liberty, and several plays. This lesson is from Winter, one of the four books of the Seasons." Through the hushed air the whitening shower descends At first thin, wavering, till at last the flakes Fall broad, and wide, and fast, dimming the day With a continual flow. The cherished fields Put on their winter robe of purest white. "...
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