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... " Danish Margaret " I am also indebted to another friend for the " School Boy's Christmas Song . " I can only hope that the present effort will meet with approbation at the hands of those who believe that viii PREFACE .
... " Danish Margaret " I am also indebted to another friend for the " School Boy's Christmas Song . " I can only hope that the present effort will meet with approbation at the hands of those who believe that viii PREFACE .
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William Balmbro'. Flower. with approbation at the hands of those who believe that education is the formation of the man , i.e. the cultivation of the mental powers , and the training of the heart ; and not mere instruction in secular ...
William Balmbro'. Flower. with approbation at the hands of those who believe that education is the formation of the man , i.e. the cultivation of the mental powers , and the training of the heart ; and not mere instruction in secular ...
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... hand over the table . The flowers were cast aside ; and Damo- cles instantly entreated the king to release him from his perilous position . By this device , Dionysius showed that he who lives in perpetual fear cannot be happy , whatever ...
... hand over the table . The flowers were cast aside ; and Damo- cles instantly entreated the king to release him from his perilous position . By this device , Dionysius showed that he who lives in perpetual fear cannot be happy , whatever ...
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... hand , directed me to approach the place where he sat . I drew near with that reverence which is due to a superior nature ; and as my heart was entirely subdued by the captivating strains I had heard , I fell down at his feet and wept ...
... hand , directed me to approach the place where he sat . I drew near with that reverence which is due to a superior nature ; and as my heart was entirely subdued by the captivating strains I had heard , I fell down at his feet and wept ...
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... hands , who ran to and fro upon the bridge , thrusting several persons on trap - doors which did not seem to lie in their way , and which they might have escaped , had they not been thus forced upon them . The genius seeing me indulge ...
... hands , who ran to and fro upon the bridge , thrusting several persons on trap - doors which did not seem to lie in their way , and which they might have escaped , had they not been thus forced upon them . The genius seeing me indulge ...
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Стр. 242 - All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through...
Стр. 242 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Стр. 243 - Dear tokens of the earth are they, Where he was once a child. "They shall all bloom in fields of light, Transplanted by my care, And saints, upon their garments white, These sacred blossoms wear.
Стр. 234 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bowed the woods beneath their sturdy stroke...
Стр. 241 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Стр. 248 - And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory...
Стр. 236 - Even from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, — Even in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of the unhonored dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain...
Стр. 235 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page Rich with the spoils of time did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray serene, The dark unfathomed caves of ocean bear: Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood; Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of...
Стр. 220 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew!" was passed from man to man. But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe: Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Стр. 245 - Lay a great wolf, all torn and dead — Tremendous still in death. Ah, what was then Llewellyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear ; The gallant hound the wolf had slain To save Llewllyn's heir.