Fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth year gradesWilliam Estabrook Chancellor Macmillan, 1904 |
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William Estabrook Chancellor. THE DAY IS DONE The day is done , and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in its flight . I see the lights in the village Gleam through the rain and the ...
William Estabrook Chancellor. THE DAY IS DONE The day is done , and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in its flight . I see the lights in the village Gleam through the rain and the ...
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... darkness . " -Agassiz . " What sages have died to learn Is taught by village dames . " whole'some whole'som er for bid ' for bade ' whole'som est for bid'ding 4 baf'fle chunk de crease ' man'gle mi'nor wal'rus al'li ga tor as'phalt doub ...
... darkness . " -Agassiz . " What sages have died to learn Is taught by village dames . " whole'some whole'som er for bid ' for bade ' whole'som est for bid'ding 4 baf'fle chunk de crease ' man'gle mi'nor wal'rus al'li ga tor as'phalt doub ...
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... dark red . The venous blood returns to the lungs for a renewal of oxygen , and , as arterial blood , issues again from the lungs and heart for circuit of the body . 99 freak to'paz lax jas'per spar ver'tex a'pex dra'ma skulk sap'phire ...
... dark red . The venous blood returns to the lungs for a renewal of oxygen , and , as arterial blood , issues again from the lungs and heart for circuit of the body . 99 freak to'paz lax jas'per spar ver'tex a'pex dra'ma skulk sap'phire ...
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... dark , And my boy does not return ! " — Longfellow . GOOD LIFE - LONG LIFE 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 sear . A ...
... dark , And my boy does not return ! " — Longfellow . GOOD LIFE - LONG LIFE 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 sear . A ...
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... , 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 SELECTIONS 203 So said, so done; the chords he strained...
... , 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 SELECTIONS 203 So said, so done; the chords he strained...
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accent adding a suffix beauty ben e bisque breath cap'i cate cede chieve clipse con test con'fi consonant coun'ter dent di'a dying earth echoes ence euchre glory grade hear'say hearse heart heaven heif'er HENRY WADSWORTH LONGfellow honor in'ter late lent Longfellow lyre me'di ment mor'tal nate ness never night nounce Nouns ending nu'mer o'er par'a pe'ri plural preter Proverb qual'i quet quire ra'di ra'tus retain REVIEW rize sail Sandalphon sat'is Shakespeare si'tion silent e sings singular song soul sound spelling su'per suffix suffix beginning syllable ta'tion tain tate te'ri ter'nal thee thine things thou tive trans triphthong truth tude ture u'ni val'u vate Vaud ver'te verse vowel wise WORD BUILDING WORD BUILDING Prefixes
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Seite 292 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Seite 210 - That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste, — Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom...
Seite 278 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Seite 208 - To him who in the love of Nature, holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Seite 296 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle .wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Seite 209 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house...
Seite 11 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Seite 207 - Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!
Seite 294 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Seite 203 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?