Fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth year gradesWilliam Estabrook Chancellor Macmillan, 1904 |
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... sail On even keel , with gentle gale . " " From the cool cistern of the midnight air , My spirit drank repose . ' " " " Many receive advice ; only the wise profit by it . " 26 " Lies pass away ; truth endures . " The man who kidnaped ...
... sail On even keel , with gentle gale . " " From the cool cistern of the midnight air , My spirit drank repose . ' " " " Many receive advice ; only the wise profit by it . " 26 " Lies pass away ; truth endures . " The man who kidnaped ...
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... sail is to a ship . ' 99 The police will capture the burglar and will take the unfortunate man to prison . " Nothing is so dangerous as an ignorant friend . " " As the twig is bent , the tree inclines . " 83 The many wise and pithy ...
... sail is to a ship . ' 99 The police will capture the burglar and will take the unfortunate man to prison . " Nothing is so dangerous as an ignorant friend . " " As the twig is bent , the tree inclines . " 83 The many wise and pithy ...
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... sail stake waste male ode quarts sale steak wait main owed quartz scene steal weight mane one read seen steel way mantel won reed sea straight weigh mantle pail read see strait weak meat pale red seam tail week meet pain right seem tale ...
... sail stake waste male ode quarts sale steak wait main owed quartz scene steal weight mane one read seen steel way mantel won reed sea straight weigh mantle pail read see strait weak meat pale red seam tail week meet pain right seem tale ...
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... sail , anchor , and other tackle . " The dessert was delicious . " Seeds , which mildew in the garner , scattered , fill with gold the plain . " " The search for the truth is the noblest occupation . " - De Staël . An epaulet is a ...
... sail , anchor , and other tackle . " The dessert was delicious . " Seeds , which mildew in the garner , scattered , fill with gold the plain . " " The search for the truth is the noblest occupation . " - De Staël . An epaulet is a ...
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... be her grave ; Nail to the mast her holy flag , Set every threadbare sail , And give her to the god of storms , The lightning and the gale ! - Holmes . THE WHITE - FOOTED DEER It was a hundred years 198 CITY SPELLER OLD IRONSIDES ...
... be her grave ; Nail to the mast her holy flag , Set every threadbare sail , And give her to the god of storms , The lightning and the gale ! - Holmes . THE WHITE - FOOTED DEER It was a hundred years 198 CITY SPELLER OLD IRONSIDES ...
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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?