The School board readers. Standard i(iii-vi), ed. by a former H.M. inspector of schools, Volume 6 |
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... turn in their ways of talking ; and one cannot think that all whose lot fell in the City were born with different parts from those who were bred at the university or inns of court . To what purpose all this , but to show that the ...
... turn in their ways of talking ; and one cannot think that all whose lot fell in the City were born with different parts from those who were bred at the university or inns of court . To what purpose all this , but to show that the ...
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... turns all into venom , producing nothing at all but fly - bane and a cob- web ; or that which by a universal range , with long search , much study , true judgment , and distinction of things , brings home honey and wax ? " This dispute ...
... turns all into venom , producing nothing at all but fly - bane and a cob- web ; or that which by a universal range , with long search , much study , true judgment , and distinction of things , brings home honey and wax ? " This dispute ...
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... turning his thoughts upon the study of navigation , after the space of eighteen months , he grew thoroughly reconciled to his condi- When he had made this conquest the vigour of his health , disengagement from the world , a constant ...
... turning his thoughts upon the study of navigation , after the space of eighteen months , he grew thoroughly reconciled to his condi- When he had made this conquest the vigour of his health , disengagement from the world , a constant ...
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... turn thy sceptre into iron ; with thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust , the swain is happier than his monarch , from whose court thou art exiled . Gracious Heaven ! " cried I , kneeling down upon the last step but one in my ...
... turn thy sceptre into iron ; with thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust , the swain is happier than his monarch , from whose court thou art exiled . Gracious Heaven ! " cried I , kneeling down upon the last step but one in my ...
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... turn a cutler's wheel ; but avoid a school by any means . Yet come , continued he , I see you are a lad of spirit and some learning , what do you think of commencing author , like me ? You have read in books , no doubt , of men of ...
... turn a cutler's wheel ; but avoid a school by any means . Yet come , continued he , I see you are a lad of spirit and some learning , what do you think of commencing author , like me ? You have read in books , no doubt , of men of ...
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Page 229 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 166 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 163 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him...
Page 198 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? — It was.
Page 195 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 179 - When first on this delightful Land he spreads His orient Beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew ; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful Evening mild...
Page 177 - Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, , Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere,...
Page 164 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Page 195 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 193 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...