The edeographic inductive reader, or The art of reporting in a month without the aid of a master. [With] A key, الجزء 11875 |
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... easy than self deception . We were born to look upward and onward . Many a child goes astray , not because there is want of prayer or virtue at home ; but because home lacks sunshine . Deceit is the sign of inferiority . EXERCISE 4 ...
... easy than self deception . We were born to look upward and onward . Many a child goes astray , not because there is want of prayer or virtue at home ; but because home lacks sunshine . Deceit is the sign of inferiority . EXERCISE 4 ...
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... easy that are done willingly . " There is a tide in the affairs of men which taken at the flood , leads on to fortune . Use every man after his desert , and who shall'scape whipping . " -- Shakespear . There is nothing of so much worth ...
... easy that are done willingly . " There is a tide in the affairs of men which taken at the flood , leads on to fortune . Use every man after his desert , and who shall'scape whipping . " -- Shakespear . There is nothing of so much worth ...
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... easy in prosperity and quiet in adversity . Adversity borrows its sharpest sting from our im- patience . " Tell me not in mournful numbers , life is but an empty dream . For the soul is dead that slumbers , things are not what they seem ...
... easy in prosperity and quiet in adversity . Adversity borrows its sharpest sting from our im- patience . " Tell me not in mournful numbers , life is but an empty dream . For the soul is dead that slumbers , things are not what they seem ...
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... easier and readier . A passionate man rides a horse that runs away with him . " To be man's tender mate was woman born , and in obey- ing nature she best serves the purposes of Heaven . " -Schiller . " As the rose tree is composed of ...
... easier and readier . A passionate man rides a horse that runs away with him . " To be man's tender mate was woman born , and in obey- ing nature she best serves the purposes of Heaven . " -Schiller . " As the rose tree is composed of ...
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... easy . We live longer than our forefathers , but we suffer more from a thousand artificial anxieties and cares ... easier than to become what people deem that we are . " - Richter . Social intercourse of the right kind is a material aid ...
... easy . We live longer than our forefathers , but we suffer more from a thousand artificial anxieties and cares ... easier than to become what people deem that we are . " - Richter . Social intercourse of the right kind is a material aid ...
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الصفحة 24 - Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own, but death; And that small model of the barren earth, Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
الصفحة 21 - OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray : And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary Child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green ; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. " To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go ; And take a lantern, Child, to light Your mother through the snow.
الصفحة 25 - All murder'd: for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp...
الصفحة 25 - Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king...
الصفحة 11 - Truth is always consistent with itself, and needs nothing to help it out ; it is always near at hand, and sits upon our lips and is ready to drop out before we are aware; whereas a lie is troublesome, and sets a man's invention upon the rack, and one trick needs a great many more to make it good.
الصفحة 25 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
الصفحة 12 - I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The...
الصفحة 7 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
الصفحة 23 - They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank; And further there were none ! — Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild. O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind.
الصفحة 24 - s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.