The Mastery of Words: Book Four of the See and Say Series : a Series of Lessons Based Upon the Ordinary Essential Vocabulary, to Secure for the Pupil Prompt Recognition of Words, Accurate Spelling, and the Power to Help Himself in the Study of Words (Google eBook)

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Iroquois Publishing Company, 1916 - Spellers
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Page 61 - Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Page 65 - HE clasps the crag with hooked hands Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls ; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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