The Public-school Journal: Devoted to the Theory and Art of School Teaching and Close Supervision, Том 12

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Public-School Publishing Company, 1892
 

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Сторінка 287 - ... that learning may not be buried in the grave of our fathers in the church and commonwealth, the Lord assisting our endeavors : " It is therefore ordered, That every township in this jurisdiction, after the Lord hath increased them to the number of fifty house-holders, shall then forthwith appoint one within their town (1) Mass. Col. Recs. II. p. 203. to teach all such children as shall resort to him to write and read...
Сторінка 89 - It touched the tangled golden curls, And brown eyes full of grieving, Of one who still her steps delayed When all the school were leaving. For near her stood the little boy Her childish favor singled: His cap pulled low upon a face Where pride and shame were mingled. Pushing with restless feet the snow To right and left, he lingered;— As restlessly her tiny hands The blue-checked apron fingered.
Сторінка 514 - Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Сторінка 514 - Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
Сторінка 14 - If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?
Сторінка 111 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Сторінка 514 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark: And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Сторінка 313 - Associate yourself with men of good quality, if you esteem your own reputation : for it is better to be alone, than in bad company.
Сторінка 514 - What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Сторінка 514 - And is mine one?" said Abou. — "Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still, and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.

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