Fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth year gradesWilliam Estabrook Chancellor Macmillan, 1904 |
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... fall like a natural cascade from rock to rock . " " Mine be a cot beside the hill , A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear . " " Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree . " " I blow the bellows , I forge the steel In all ...
... fall like a natural cascade from rock to rock . " " Mine be a cot beside the hill , A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear . " " Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree . " " I blow the bellows , I forge the steel In all ...
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... fall below . " No port in the world can show a line of docks like those of Liverpool . I insist that you accept my offer . I did not sleep the entire night . " It is a high benefit to enable me to do something of myself . " The injury ...
... fall below . " No port in the world can show a line of docks like those of Liverpool . I insist that you accept my offer . I did not sleep the entire night . " It is a high benefit to enable me to do something of myself . " The injury ...
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... falls fruitless ; none can tell How vast its power may be , Nor what results enfolded dwell Within it silently . -SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . THE DAY IS DONE The day is done , and 52 CITY SPELLER Long, long afterward, in an oak, ...
... falls fruitless ; none can tell How vast its power may be , Nor what results enfolded dwell Within it silently . -SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . THE DAY IS DONE The day is done , and 52 CITY SPELLER Long, long afterward, in an oak, ...
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... Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in its flight . I see the lights in the village Gleam through the rain and the mist , And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist ! A ...
... Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in its flight . I see the lights in the village Gleam through the rain and the mist , And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist ! A ...
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... ABRAHAM LINCOLN . But words are things , and a small drop of ink , Falling like dew , upon a thought , produces That which makes thousands , perhaps millions , think . --- - G. G. BYRON , com pan'ion couple CITY SPELLER 55.
... ABRAHAM LINCOLN . But words are things , and a small drop of ink , Falling like dew , upon a thought , produces That which makes thousands , perhaps millions , think . --- - G. G. BYRON , com pan'ion couple CITY SPELLER 55.
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Сторінка 292 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Сторінка 210 - That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom...
Сторінка 278 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Сторінка 208 - To him who in the love of Nature, holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Сторінка 296 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle .wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Сторінка 209 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house...
Сторінка 11 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Сторінка 207 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Сторінка 294 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Сторінка 203 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?