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OF THE TORONTO Publie School Board , FOR THE YEAR ENDING DECEMBER 31 , 1893 . TORONTO : J. S. WILLIAMS , PRINTER , 73 ADELAIDE STREET WEST . THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 697786A ASTOR , LENOX AND 1894 . ANNUAL REPORT.
OF THE TORONTO Publie School Board , FOR THE YEAR ENDING DECEMBER 31 , 1893 . TORONTO : J. S. WILLIAMS , PRINTER , 73 ADELAIDE STREET WEST . THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 697786A ASTOR , LENOX AND 1894 . ANNUAL REPORT.
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... York Street ... 94 90 83 86 84 89 80 95 94 93 Alexandra Industrial . 20 22 22 19 20 24 25 14 25 Boys ' Home 13 70 70 69 68 68 69 69 72 71 73 Girls ' Home . 65 68 67 63 65 59 53 45 47 51 Island Kew Beach .. 7 6 5 II II 5 24 24 24 29 31 ...
... York Street ... 94 90 83 86 84 89 80 95 94 93 Alexandra Industrial . 20 22 22 19 20 24 25 14 25 Boys ' Home 13 70 70 69 68 68 69 69 72 71 73 Girls ' Home . 65 68 67 63 65 59 53 45 47 51 Island Kew Beach .. 7 6 5 II II 5 24 24 24 29 31 ...
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... York Street . 110 260 346 474 3171 723 365 638 304 341 202 Alex . Industrial . 25 41 Ο O 70 114 66 102 216 120 35 Boys ' Home .. 76 228 165 141 110 145 149 169 214 200 173 Girls ' Home 63 60 52 8 35 117 49 96 19 15 2 Island . 12 46 42 6 ...
... York Street . 110 260 346 474 3171 723 365 638 304 341 202 Alex . Industrial . 25 41 Ο O 70 114 66 102 216 120 35 Boys ' Home .. 76 228 165 141 110 145 149 169 214 200 173 Girls ' Home 63 60 52 8 35 117 49 96 19 15 2 Island . 12 46 42 6 ...
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... York Street 110 ... 35 II Alex . Industrial . 25 20 Boys ' Home . 76 Girls ' Home .... Island Kew Beach .. 38 Orphans ' Home ... 187 Victoria Industrial 180 5 Victoria Hospital 41 * NOTONO DONN0000 400o ANNO 00004000 0005060 60005040 ...
... York Street 110 ... 35 II Alex . Industrial . 25 20 Boys ' Home . 76 Girls ' Home .... Island Kew Beach .. 38 Orphans ' Home ... 187 Victoria Industrial 180 5 Victoria Hospital 41 * NOTONO DONN0000 400o ANNO 00004000 0005060 60005040 ...
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Сторінка 83 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer : And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Сторінка 120 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Сторінка 97 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway : It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
Сторінка 63 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Сторінка 73 - And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a vanish'd 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.
Сторінка 143 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Сторінка 72 - Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream , under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
Сторінка 71 - The verse adorn again Fierce War, and faithful Love, And Truth severe, by fairy Fiction drest. In buskin'd measures move Pale Grief, and pleasing Pain, With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast. A voice as of the cherub-choir Gales from blooming Eden bear, And distant warblings lessen on my ear That lost in long futurity expire.
Сторінка 94 - The faint old man shall lean his silver head To feel thee ; thou shalt kiss the child asleep, And dry the moistened curls that overspread His temples, while his breathing grows more deep ; And they who stand about the sick man's bed, Shall joy to listen to thy distant sweep, And softly part his curtains to allow Thy visit, grateful to his burning brow.
Сторінка 7 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?