Fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth year gradesWilliam Estabrook Chancellor Macmillan, 1904 |
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... heart and a strong arm . " " A man cannot whistle and drink at the same time . " " He that does good to another does good to him- self . " “ A handful of good life is worth a bushel of learning . " " People who live in glass houses ...
... heart and a strong arm . " " A man cannot whistle and drink at the same time . " " He that does good to another does good to him- self . " “ A handful of good life is worth a bushel of learning . " " People who live in glass houses ...
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... heart of a friend . - HENRY WADSWORTH LONgfellow . - Scorn not the lightest word or deed , Nor deem it void of power ; There's fruit in each wind - wafted seed That waits its natal hour . No act falls fruitless ; none can tell How vast ...
... heart of a friend . - HENRY WADSWORTH LONgfellow . - Scorn not the lightest word or deed , Nor deem it void of power ; There's fruit in each wind - wafted seed That waits its natal hour . No act falls fruitless ; none can tell How vast ...
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William Estabrook Chancellor. Read from some humbler poet , Whose songs gushed from his heart , As showers from the clouds of summer , Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who , through long days of labor , And nights devoid of ease , Still ...
William Estabrook Chancellor. Read from some humbler poet , Whose songs gushed from his heart , As showers from the clouds of summer , Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who , through long days of labor , And nights devoid of ease , Still ...
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... hearts of patriotic and liberty - loving men together ; that will link those patriotic hearts as long as the love of freedom exists in the minds of men throughout the world . . . . It gave liberty to this country , and hope to all ...
... hearts of patriotic and liberty - loving men together ; that will link those patriotic hearts as long as the love of freedom exists in the minds of men throughout the world . . . . It gave liberty to this country , and hope to all ...
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... heart e'er beat cause dear flew heal heir beet caws deer flue heel aisle beau ceiling dew flour hear isle bow sealing due flower here all been cell dye fore heard awl bin sell die four herd altar bell cellar earn foul hew alter belle ...
... heart e'er beat cause dear flew heal heir beet caws deer flue heel aisle beau ceiling dew flour hear isle bow sealing due flower here all been cell dye fore heard awl bin sell die four herd altar bell cellar earn foul hew alter belle ...
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accent adding a suffix beauty ben e bisque breath cap'i cate cede chieve clipse con test con'fi consonant coun'ter dent di'a dying earth echoes ence euchre glory grade hear'say hearse heart heaven heif'er HENRY WADSWORTH LONGfellow honor in'ter late lent Longfellow lyre me'di ment mor'tal nate ness never night nounce Nouns ending nu'mer o'er par'a pe'ri plural preter Proverb qual'i quet quire ra'di ra'tus retain REVIEW rize sail Sandalphon sat'is Shakespeare si'tion silent e sings singular song soul sound spelling su'per suffix suffix beginning syllable ta'tion tain tate te'ri ter'nal thee thine things thou tive trans triphthong truth tude ture u'ni val'u vate Vaud ver'te verse vowel wise WORD BUILDING WORD BUILDING Prefixes
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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?