Fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth year gradesWilliam Estabrook Chancellor Macmillan, 1904 |
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... heavens -- you remain A world above man's head , to let him see How boundless might his soul's horizons be , How vast , yet of what clear transparency . - - MATTHEW ARNOLD . a're a a'cre chan'nel bar'gain com plain ' bu'reau DAILY So ...
... heavens -- you remain A world above man's head , to let him see How boundless might his soul's horizons be , How vast , yet of what clear transparency . - - MATTHEW ARNOLD . a're a a'cre chan'nel bar'gain com plain ' bu'reau DAILY So ...
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... heaven Mingled their mossy boughs , and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops , stole over him , and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty . Ah , why ...
... heaven Mingled their mossy boughs , and from the sound Of the invisible breath that swayed at once All their green tops , stole over him , and bowed His spirit with the thought of boundless power And inaccessible majesty . Ah , why ...
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... heavens , a shining frame , Their grand original proclaim . " He accomplishes most who best exe- cutes his plans . " A good name keeps its luster in the dust . " Proverb . - " A smooth sea never made a skilful navigator . " " He is not ...
... heavens , a shining frame , Their grand original proclaim . " He accomplishes most who best exe- cutes his plans . " A good name keeps its luster in the dust . " Proverb . - " A smooth sea never made a skilful navigator . " " He is not ...
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... heaven . " " Ridicule is a test of truth . " " Consistency , thou art a jewel . ” " Be amiable that thou mayest be loved . " " The love of money is a root of all evil . ” " Procrastination is the thief of time . " 83 WORD BUILDING Vi de ...
... heaven . " " Ridicule is a test of truth . " " Consistency , thou art a jewel . ” " Be amiable that thou mayest be loved . " " The love of money is a root of all evil . ” " Procrastination is the thief of time . " 83 WORD BUILDING Vi de ...
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... Heaven's harmony is universal love . " 66 History is but the unveiling scroll of prophecy . " - Garfield . " No work , no recompense . " " Correction , when timely , is just . " Keep thy conduct free from re- proach . " 66 " Mirth is ...
... Heaven's harmony is universal love . " 66 History is but the unveiling scroll of prophecy . " - Garfield . " No work , no recompense . " " Correction , when timely , is just . " Keep thy conduct free from re- proach . " 66 " Mirth is ...
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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?