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... once had in the curricu- lum of our schools ; and the family is no longer a reading circle , as in the days of our grandfathers . We snatch books and magazines and devour them in solitude , as a dog grabs a bone and retires to a corner ...
... once had in the curricu- lum of our schools ; and the family is no longer a reading circle , as in the days of our grandfathers . We snatch books and magazines and devour them in solitude , as a dog grabs a bone and retires to a corner ...
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... once George gymnast ground city comrade cigar conceal cleanly silence gaunt frigid geyser colleague saucer clog success delicate cellar critical receive centre cork LESSON II SOUNDS OF CH CH has three sounds : like K , SH and TCH . When ...
... once George gymnast ground city comrade cigar conceal cleanly silence gaunt frigid geyser colleague saucer clog success delicate cellar critical receive centre cork LESSON II SOUNDS OF CH CH has three sounds : like K , SH and TCH . When ...
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... once surged through the brains of Shakespeare or Dickens , of Webster or Lincoln . SELECTION OF A TOPIC Next in importance to the cultivation of ideals for oral composition , is the choice of subjects . Too difficult topics are ...
... once surged through the brains of Shakespeare or Dickens , of Webster or Lincoln . SELECTION OF A TOPIC Next in importance to the cultivation of ideals for oral composition , is the choice of subjects . Too difficult topics are ...
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... once brightened in a long , polished belt of azure , worthy of a Sicilian sky . Presently a cloud appeared in the azure belt in the form of a cas- tellated city . It became more vivid , revealing strange forms of peer- less fanes and ...
... once brightened in a long , polished belt of azure , worthy of a Sicilian sky . Presently a cloud appeared in the azure belt in the form of a cas- tellated city . It became more vivid , revealing strange forms of peer- less fanes and ...
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... once remarked , " Men give me credit for genius . All the genius I have lies in this ; when I have a subject in hand , I study it profoundly . " And Webster confessed that it was the experience of twenty years that enabled him to make ...
... once remarked , " Men give me credit for genius . All the genius I have lies in this ; when I have a subject in hand , I study it profoundly . " And Webster confessed that it was the experience of twenty years that enabled him to make ...
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Page 126 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Page 119 - Let me play the Fool: With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come ; And let my liver rather heat with wine, Than my heart cool with mortifying groans. Why should a man, whose blood is warm within, Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster?
Page 140 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. 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 sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Page 189 - Should I turn upon the true prince ? Why, thou knowest I am as valiant as Hercules ; but beware instinct ; the lion will not touch the true prince. Instinct is a great matter ; I was a coward on instinct.
Page 178 - Abide, abide, The willful waterweeds held me thrall, The laving laurel turned my tide, The ferns and the fondling grass said Stay, The dewberry dipped for to work delay, And the little reeds sighed Abide, abide, Here in the hills of Habersham, Here in the valleys of Hall.
Page 124 - Performed all kinds of labour for his sheep, And for the land, his small inheritance. And to that hollow dell from time to time Did he repair, to build the fold of which His flock had need.
Page 206 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Page 179 - Crystals clear or a-cloud with mist, Ruby, garnet and amethyst — Made lures with the lights of streaming stone In the clefts of the hills of Habersham, In the beds of the valleys of Hall. But oh, not the hills of Habersham, And oh, not the valleys of Hall Avail : I am fain for to water the plain. Downward the voices of Duty call — Downward, to toil and be mixed with the main, The dry fields burn, and the mills are to turn, And a myriad flowers mortally yearn, And the lordly main from beyond the...
Page 317 - I endeavored to act up to that instruction. I say I am yet too young to understand that God is any respecter of persons.
Page 207 - I love (oh! how I love) to ride On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide, When every mad wave drowns the moon, Or whistles aloft his tempest tune, And tells how goeth the world below, And why the south-west blasts do blow. I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great Sea more...