Evenings at home; or, The juvenile budget opened. By dr Aikin and mrs Barbauld1868 |
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Page 115 - I, too, have freely given to the poor what I took from the rich. I have established order and discipline among the most ferocious of mankind, and have stretched out my protecting arm over the oppressed. I know, indeed, little of the philosophy you talk of, but I believe neither you nor I shall ever atone to the world for half the mischief we have done it.
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Page 115 - And does not Fame speak of me too ? Was there ever a bolder captain of a more valiant band ? Was there ever— but I scorn to boast.
Page 49 - Who is this, that cometh from the South, thinly clad in a light transparent garment ? Her breath is hot and sultry ; she seeks the refreshment of the cool shade ; she seeks the clear streams, the crystal brooks, to bathe her languid limbs. The brooks and rivulets fly from her, and are dried up at her approach. She cools her parched lips with berries, and the grateful acid of all fruits ; the seedy melon, the sharp apple, and the red pulp of the juicy cherry, which are poured out, plentifully, around...
Page 212 - Ah! this is mistletoe, a plant of great fame for the use made of it by the Druids of old in their religious rites and incantations. It bears a very slimy white berry, of which birdlime may be made...
Page 287 - I've held my way, A lonely unprotected stranger, To all the stranger's ills a prey. While steering thus my course precarious, My fortune still has been to find Men's hearts and dispositions various, But gentle Woman ever kind. Alive to every tender feeling, To deeds of mercy ever prone ; The wounds of pain and sorrow healing, With soft compassion's sweetest tone. No proud delay, no dark suspicion, Stints the free bounty of their heart ; They turn not from the sad petition, But cheerful aid at once...
Page 13 - The materials were either stones, or earth hardened by fire ; and so violent in that country were the storms of wind and rain, that many of them covered their roofs all over with stones. The walls of their houses had holes to let in the light ; but to prevent the cold air and wet from coming in, they were covered with a sort of transparent stone, made artificially of melted sand or flints.
Page 13 - ... of melted sand or flints. As wood was rather scarce, I know not what they would have done for firing, had they not discovered in the bowels of the earth a veiy extraordinary kind of stone, which, when put among burning wood, caught fire and flamed like a torch.
Page 110 - The wanton courser thus with reins unbound Breaks from his stall, and beats the trembling ground; Pamper'd and proud, he seeks the wonted tides, And laves, in height of blood, his shining sides...