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A deaf dumb and blind girl, but no pinball. Helen Keller, bereft of the senses that your average person is able to utilise, has to learn other ways to communicate. She is instrumental in forming ... Read full review
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ADAMS KELLER Alexander Graham Bell Anagnos asked baby beautiful began Bell blind girls braille bright deaf child dear little delighted doll eager EDWARD EVERETT HALE English enjoy everything eyes father feel felt fingers flowers Frost Fairies Frost King give glad hand happy hear heart Helen Keller idea interest kind King Frost kiss knew language laugh Laura Bridgman laurence hutton learned lessons letter little blind little friend little girl Little Lord Fauntleroy little sister live look manual alphabet means MICHAEL ANAGNOS Mildred mind Miss Keller Miss Sullivan morning mother never Perkins Institution play pleasant pleasure pretty pupil Radcliffe remember seemed sentences South Boston speak speech spelled story sweet talk taught teach teacher tell things thought tion told touch trees Tuscumbia understand wonderful words Wrentham write written wrote
Page 127 - O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree?
Page 390 - One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.
Page 116 - All things transitory But as symbols are sent. Earth's insufficiency Here grows to event. The indescribable Here it is done. The Woman Soul leads us upward and on!
Page 420 - It would have been difficult to find a happier child than I was as I lay in my crib at the close of that eventful day and lived over the joys it had brought me, and for the first time longed...
Page 361 - Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again; The eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers.
Page 394 - OUT of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. Even as our cloudy fancies take Suddenly shape in some divine expression, Even as the troubled heart doth make In the white countenance confession, The troubled sky reveals The grief it feels. This is the poem of the air, Slowly in silent syllables...
Page 62 - For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
Page 314 - water' several times. Then she dropped on the ground and asked for its name and pointed to the pump and the trellis, and suddenly turning round she asked for my name. I spelled 'Teacher'. Just then the nurse brought Helen's little sister into the pump-house, and Helen spelled ' baby