The West Virginia School Journal, Volume 35

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State Department of Free Schools, 1871 - Education

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Page 12 - О say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming— Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the clouds of the fight, O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming! And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Page 33 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year. To fall a "log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A Illy of a day Is fairer far In May, Although It fall and die that night— It was the plant and flower of
Page 15 - the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring: But О heart! heart! heart! О the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. О Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag
Page 19 - 3 And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But oh for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break. At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 8 - can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw. Free-man stand, or free-man fa'? Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall
Page 19 - oh for the touch of a vanished hand, And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break. At the foot of thy crags, O sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 19 - reed And I made a rural pen And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear. —William Blake. THE LAMB. Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life and bade thee feed By the stream and o'er the
Page 14 - BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He Is tramping out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth Is marching on. 2 I have seen him In the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have
Page 18 - Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me He; Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: "Here he lies where he longed to be— Home Is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Page 13 - l The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, "Excelsior!" 2 His brow was sad; his eye beneath Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, "Excelsior!

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