School Studies in Words: Consisting of Graded Lessons in Spelling, Analysis, Synonyms, and Language, with Copious Dictation Exercises

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Leach, Shewell, and Sanborn, 1892 - 190 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 159 - summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but,
الصفحة 57 - 127. We live in deeds, not years ; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. — Bailey.
الصفحة 127 - of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, Oh, how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven? Lesson
الصفحة 165 - The greatest man is he who chooses the right with the most invincible resolution ; who resists the sorest temptations from within and without ; who bears the heaviest burdens cheerfully; who is calmest in storms, and most fearless under menaces and frowns; whose reliance on truth, on virtue, and on God, is most unfaltering.
الصفحة 127 - Oh, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial
الصفحة 57 - feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best. — Bailey.
الصفحة 60 - One by one thy duties wait thee ; Let thy whole strength go to each: Let no future dreams elate thee ; Learn thou first what these can teach. AA Procter.
الصفحة 42 - Over the river, and through the wood, To grandfather's house we go: The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow.
الصفحة 97 - How beautiful is night! A dewy freshness fills the silent air; No mist obscures; nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven. Southey.
الصفحة 121 - Oh the grave! the grave! It buries every error, covers every defect, extinguishes every resentment. From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections.

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