School Education, Volume 5, Issue 12

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School Education Company, 1886
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Page 82 - •—•—^All promise is poor dilatory man, In full content we sometimes nobly rest, And that through every stage. When young, indeed, Unanxious for ourselves ; and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty and reforms his plans ; At fifty chides his infamous delay.
Page 47 - The path of a virtuous and noble education [is] laborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect, and melodious sounds on every side, that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming.—
Page 17 - True worth is being not seeming,— In doing each day that goes by Some little good—not in the dreaming Of great things to do by and by. For whatever men say in blindness. And spite of the fancies of youth, There's nothing so kingly as kindness, And nothing so royal as truth.
Page 40 - Is bound in shallows and in miseries. .' On such a full tide are we now afloat, And we must take the current when it serves. Or lose our ventures. —Shakespeare.
Page 38 - over the club-moss burrs; I inhaled the violet's breath; Around me stood the oaks and firs; Pine-cones and acorns lay on the ground : Over me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and of deity." Now comes a grand revelation, and the poet no longer sees the ground-pine by itself, the club-moss by itself, the oak by itself. All are seen
Page 199 - Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth its color in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last it biteth like a
Page 198 - not quite sere, And not in the full, thick, leafy bloom, When the wind can hardly find breathing room Under their tassels, — cattle near, Biting shorter the short green grass, And a hedge of sumac and sassafras, With bluebirds twittering all around, — (Ah, good painter, you can't paint sound
Page 120 - I am in earnest: I will not equivocate: I will not excuse: I will not retreat a single inch, and I will be heard. — Garrison.
Page 198 - Shut in from all the world without, We sat the clean-winged hearth about, Content to let the north wind roar In baffled rage at pane and door, While the red logs before us beat The frost-line back with tropic heat; And ever, when a louder blast Shook beam and rafter as it passed, The merrier up its roaring draught The great throat of the chimney laughed.
Page 125 - Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains: They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow. —Lord

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