Lessons in English, Based Upon Principles of Literary Interpretation: A Manual for Teachers of All Grades, with Lessons for Pupils of the First and Second Grades

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Silver, Burdett and Company, 1902 - 150 pages
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Page 24 - The sober herd that low'd to meet their young, The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school...
Page 24 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 132 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward...
Page 7 - The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace— all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech, Or blush, at least.
Page 112 - That he hung on its margin, far and near, Where a rock could rear its head. He went to the windows of those who slept, And over each pane, like a fairy, crept; Wherever he breathed, wherever he...
Page 25 - The mountain wooded to the peak, the lawns And winding glades high up like ways to Heaven, The slender coco's drooping crown of plumes, The lightning flash of insect and of bird, The lustre of the long convolvuluses That...
Page 120 - They are only one times one. 0 moon! in the night I have seen you sailing And shining so round and low; You were bright! ah bright! but your light is failing — You are nothing now but a bow. You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven That God has hidden your face? 1 hope if you have you will soon be forgiven, And shine again in your place.
Page 119 - HERE'S no dew left on the daisies and clover, There's no rain left in heaven. I've said my " seven times" over and over — Seven times one are seven.
Page 106 - Upon yon tuft of hazel trees, That twinkle to the gusty breeze, Behold him perched in ecstasies, Yet seeming still to hover ; There ! where the flutter of his wings Upon his back and body flings Shadows and sunny glimmerings, That cover him all over.
Page 110 - A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun ; A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow ; Long had I watched the glory moving on, O'er the still radiance of the lake below...

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