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... heart . It is with this firm conviction , based upon schoolroom experi- ence , that the author of this series has gradually led her readers up the steeps of literature . We have now reached the lofty heights and must search among the ...
... heart . It is with this firm conviction , based upon schoolroom experi- ence , that the author of this series has gradually led her readers up the steeps of literature . We have now reached the lofty heights and must search among the ...
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... HEART . Vernon Lushington • A COURT LADY . Elizabeth Barrett Browning THE STAG OF CLANRUADH . PINE TREES . John Ruskin . George MacDonald 146 152 156 • 161 168 ASPECT OF THE PINES . Paul Hamilton Hayne . 172 · WORK . John Ruskin . 173 ...
... HEART . Vernon Lushington • A COURT LADY . Elizabeth Barrett Browning THE STAG OF CLANRUADH . PINE TREES . John Ruskin . George MacDonald 146 152 156 • 161 168 ASPECT OF THE PINES . Paul Hamilton Hayne . 172 · WORK . John Ruskin . 173 ...
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... much to make him a poet . He afterwards wrote : ― " I had a world about me ' t was my own ; — I made it , for it only lived to me , And to the God who sees into the heart . " 25 5 The Derwent river offered many a sport to the. 11 B.
... much to make him a poet . He afterwards wrote : ― " I had a world about me ' t was my own ; — I made it , for it only lived to me , And to the God who sees into the heart . " 25 5 The Derwent river offered many a sport to the. 11 B.
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... heart turned with longing to old scenes , and some of the poems written among these bleak and wintry surroundings are filled with the breath of springtide and nature's most smiling moods . The next December , the brother and sister went ...
... heart turned with longing to old scenes , and some of the poems written among these bleak and wintry surroundings are filled with the breath of springtide and nature's most smiling moods . The next December , the brother and sister went ...
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... flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills , And dances with the daffodils . WALDEN POND . HENRY DAVID THOREAU . HENRY DAVID THOREAU 20 B DAFFODILS William Wordsworth.
... flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills , And dances with the daffodils . WALDEN POND . HENRY DAVID THOREAU . HENRY DAVID THOREAU 20 B DAFFODILS William Wordsworth.
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Page 390 - FEAR OF DEATH. COWARDS die many times before their death; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. "Julius Ccesar.
Page 390 - REPUTATION. GOOD name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing; 'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my
Page 178 - PART I. ON either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And through the field the road runs by To many-towered Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott.
Page 374 - O for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me. WILLIAM
Page 390 - FROM SHAKESPEARE. ADVERSITY. SWEET are the uses of adversity; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head: And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in everything. "As You Like It.
Page 306 - but he had not quite presence of mind for that; he colored crimson and staggered on: — " For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, 25 Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Bespite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch,
Page 373 - 15 The light that never was on sea or land, The consecration and the poet's dream." Without stirring from our firesides we may roam to the most remote regions of the earth, or soar into realms where Spenser's shapes of unearthly beauty
Page 41 - I. THE ship was cheered, the harbor cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. -»8
Page 280 - light, and blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment dear to every true American heart —" Liberty AND Union — now and forever — one
Page 383 - read the writing. [Beads] All that glisters is not gold,— Often have you heard that told : Many a man his life hath sold, But my outside to behold: Gilded tombs do worms infold. Had you been as wise as bold, Young in limbs, in judgment old, Your answer had not been inscroll'd