The Schoolmate, Volumen 4A. R. Phippen George Savage, 1854 |
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... mother kindly selected a piece , and heard him recite it , he concluded to do the best in his power . The day had now come ; Henry's speech was thoroughly learned , but the thought of speaking it before the whole school still troubled ...
... mother kindly selected a piece , and heard him recite it , he concluded to do the best in his power . The day had now come ; Henry's speech was thoroughly learned , but the thought of speaking it before the whole school still troubled ...
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... mother to write this note to Mr. Arthur , asking him to excuse me ; so that ends the matter . " " I almost wish I had an excuse , " said Henry , with a sigh . The rapid tones of the bell now hurried them on to school . In the afternoon ...
... mother to write this note to Mr. Arthur , asking him to excuse me ; so that ends the matter . " " I almost wish I had an excuse , " said Henry , with a sigh . The rapid tones of the bell now hurried them on to school . In the afternoon ...
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... mother ; paint the dark valley of the shadow of death , peopled with living slaves ; a landscape with trees whose fruit is poison , and whose shade is death ; with mountain torrents tributary to an ocean1o whose very waves are fire ...
... mother ; paint the dark valley of the shadow of death , peopled with living slaves ; a landscape with trees whose fruit is poison , and whose shade is death ; with mountain torrents tributary to an ocean1o whose very waves are fire ...
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... mothers there that , when the first shock was over , settled their faces to die , as if it were to dream in peaceful sleep . Maidens were there who looked up in that tremendous hour as the bride for her bridegroom . O , in the dread ...
... mothers there that , when the first shock was over , settled their faces to die , as if it were to dream in peaceful sleep . Maidens were there who looked up in that tremendous hour as the bride for her bridegroom . O , in the dread ...
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... mother of arts , worshiped such stupid and disgust- ing deities . Whether you call it instinct , or whether it is to be called reason , one thing is certain , that if half of humanity were as intelligent , as provident , as laborious ...
... mother of arts , worshiped such stupid and disgust- ing deities . Whether you call it instinct , or whether it is to be called reason , one thing is certain , that if half of humanity were as intelligent , as provident , as laborious ...
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Página 342 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Página 343 - I can see the breezy dome of groves, The shadows of Deering's Woods; And the friendships old and the early loves Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves In quiet neighborhoods.
Página 324 - Have mercy upon me, O God, According to thy loving kindness: According to the multitude of thy tender mercies Blot out my transgressions.
Página 79 - Disaster'd stands; sees other hills ascend, Of unknown joyless brow; and other scenes, Of horrid prospect, shag the trackless plain: Nor finds the river, nor the forest, hid Beneath the formless wild; but wanders on From hill to dale, still more and more astray; Impatient flouncing through the drifted heaps, Stung with the thoughts of home; the thoughts of home Rush on his nerves, and call their vigour forth In many a vain attempt.
Página 80 - Smooth'd up with snow; and what is land, unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
Página 264 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Página 244 - The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now ; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers : dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness ? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.
Página 263 - He comes amidst the pomp and fragrance of the season ; his life seems all sensibility and enjoyment, all song and sunshine. He is to be found in the soft bosoms of the freshest and sweetest meadows, and is most in song when the clover is in blossom.
Página 331 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Página 388 - Miller. You may do what you please. You are twelve miles from Nottingham, and all the way through this thick wood ; but if you are resolved upon going thither to-night, I will put you in the...