Common-school Literature, English and American: With Several Hundred Extracts to be MemorizedContains a short sketch about Eugene Field and his work (p. 123-124). |
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... Star of the Reformation , " author of the first English Translation of the whole Bible . WILLIAM LANGLAND ( about 1332-1400 ) , author of a powerful allegorical poem entitled Piers Plowman . JOHN GOWER ( 1320 ? -1402 ) , called by ...
... Star of the Reformation , " author of the first English Translation of the whole Bible . WILLIAM LANGLAND ( about 1332-1400 ) , author of a powerful allegorical poem entitled Piers Plowman . JOHN GOWER ( 1320 ? -1402 ) , called by ...
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... stars shall fade away , the sun himself Grow dim with age , and nature sink in years , But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth , Unhurt amidst the war of elements , Cato . Cato . The wrecks of matter , and the crush of worlds . Cato ...
... stars shall fade away , the sun himself Grow dim with age , and nature sink in years , But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth , Unhurt amidst the war of elements , Cato . Cato . The wrecks of matter , and the crush of worlds . Cato ...
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... star , Hath had elsewhere its setting , And cometh from afar : Not in entire forgetfulness , And not in utter nakedness , But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God , who is our home : Heaven lies about us in our infancy . Simon ...
... star , Hath had elsewhere its setting , And cometh from afar : Not in entire forgetfulness , And not in utter nakedness , But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God , who is our home : Heaven lies about us in our infancy . Simon ...
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... stars . " " Truth is the free man's weapon , and a lie Makes him unfree and sinks him to the serf . " " " Tis not for length of days , No , but for breadth of days that we should crave . Life is God's gift for godlike purposes . " OTHER ...
... stars . " " Truth is the free man's weapon , and a lie Makes him unfree and sinks him to the serf . " " " Tis not for length of days , No , but for breadth of days that we should crave . Life is God's gift for godlike purposes . " OTHER ...
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... star had arisen in the literary firmament . Since then he has been a most prolific writer . Probably his best novels , besides the one named above , are-- -The Princess of Thule , Macleod of Dare , Madcap Violet , Shandon Bells ...
... star had arisen in the literary firmament . Since then he has been a most prolific writer . Probably his best novels , besides the one named above , are-- -The Princess of Thule , Macleod of Dare , Madcap Violet , Shandon Bells ...
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Page 78 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night. And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 85 - THE groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the roof above them — ere he framed The lofty vault, to gather and roll back The sound of anthems ; in the darkling wood, Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down, And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks And supplication.
Page 87 - ALL are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Page 86 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, 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, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 152 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist...
Page 24 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 15 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
Page 160 - The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sear. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread...
Page 138 - If we work upon marble, it will perish ; if we work upon brass, time will efface it; if we rear temples, they will crumble into dust; but if we work upon immortal minds, if we imbue them with principles, with the just fear of God and love of our fellow-men, we engrave on those tablets something which will brighten to all eternity.
Page 144 - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!