Notes of Lessons on Moral Subjects: A Handbook for Teachers in Elementary SchoolsNelson, 1906 - 216 стор. |
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Accuracy anecdote appreciation Aristippus BAD HOME beauty become Blessings called Candour Canute careless cause character Charity Cheerfulness child Cleanliness Condemn Contrast Courage Courtesy Crimean War Cyneas danger Definition duty Elihu Burritt Energy Example exer exercise Explain feeling Forbearance Forgiveness Frugality George Stephenson give Gratitude habit hence Home honest Honour Hugh Miller human Illustrate impress Industry instance Integrity Introduction James Watt Josiah Mason Justice kind Lesson Let the class lives Loyalty Magnanimity MATTER means METHOD Michael Faraday mind Modesty moral nature ness never noble Obedience obtain offence one's parents Patience Patriotism Peace Perseverance person Peter Bell Phrygia pleasure practice Precept Prudence Punctuality punishment purpose Pyrrhus quarrel Quote scholars Self-reliance Self-respect senior classes sometimes Teach teacher Temperance thing thought Thrift tion true truth Unselfishness Vicar of Bray virtue William the Conqueror word wrong Zeal
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Сторінка 8 - There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats ; For I am armed so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind Which I respect not.
Сторінка 100 - Brown rats, black rats, gray rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers, Families by tens and dozens, Brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, — Followed the Piper for their lives. From street to street he piped advancing, And step for step they followed dancing, Until they came to the river Weser Wherein all plunged and perished, Save one, who, stout as Julius Caesar, Swam across and lived to carry (As he, the manuscript...
Сторінка 63 - twas a famous victory. "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly: So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Сторінка 101 - A wondrous portal opened wide, As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed; And the piper advanced and the children followed; And when all were in, to the very last, The door in the mountain-side shut fast. Did I say all ? No! One was lame, And could not dance the whole of the way; And in...
Сторінка 101 - But how the Mayor was on the rack, And the. wretched Council's bosoms beat, As the Piper turned from the High Street To where the Weser rolled its waters Right in the way of their sons and daughters! However he turned from South to West, And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed, And after him the children pressed; Great was the joy in every breast.
Сторінка 38 - A man so various, that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chemist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Сторінка 120 - Every person has two educations, — one which he receives from others, and one, more important, which he gives himself.
Сторінка 99 - Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking:
Сторінка 183 - He roved among the vales and streams, In the green wood and hollow dell ; They were his dwellings night and day, — But Nature ne'er could find the way Into the heart of Peter Bell. In vain, through every changeful year, Did Nature lead him as before ; A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more.
Сторінка 184 - Thou's met me in an evil hour; For I maun crush amang the stoure Thy slender stem: To spare thee now is past my pow'r, Thou bonnie gem. Alas ! it's no thy neebor sweet, The bonnie Lark, companion meet! Bending thee 'mang the dewy weet! Wi' spreckl'd breast, When upward-springing, blythe, to greet The purpling east.