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Pagina 1
... write : had we taught adults then , they would be more earnest for the education of their children now , and would have prepared for them opportunities of self - improvement that might have saved them from pauperism , and perhaps from ...
... write : had we taught adults then , they would be more earnest for the education of their children now , and would have prepared for them opportunities of self - improvement that might have saved them from pauperism , and perhaps from ...
Pagina 4
... write , and those who could not . This distinction , however trivial , coupled with a manifest desire in the employer to encourage the spirit of self - improvement in the employed , would contribute most considerably to the elevation of ...
... write , and those who could not . This distinction , however trivial , coupled with a manifest desire in the employer to encourage the spirit of self - improvement in the employed , would contribute most considerably to the elevation of ...
Pagina 5
... write and read we should be much happier and better off ; " and surely if these poor toil - worn creatures were enabled to read a chapter in that Book of Books , which con- tains a balm for every wound sent by Providence or inflicted by ...
... write and read we should be much happier and better off ; " and surely if these poor toil - worn creatures were enabled to read a chapter in that Book of Books , which con- tains a balm for every wound sent by Providence or inflicted by ...
Pagina 12
... Writing , Arithmetic , the outlines of Grammar , and the Geography of his own country at least . This is a very simple but a ... write on some subject , and the more familiar the subject is to him the better ; 12 THE IRISH QUARTERLY REVIEW .
... Writing , Arithmetic , the outlines of Grammar , and the Geography of his own country at least . This is a very simple but a ... write on some subject , and the more familiar the subject is to him the better ; 12 THE IRISH QUARTERLY REVIEW .
Pagina 13
... writes Dr. Sullivan ; " the teacher reads a sentence from a book or dictates one composed by himself , to the pupils , who either write it down verbatim , or merely spell the words as they occur as if they were writing them down . " By ...
... writes Dr. Sullivan ; " the teacher reads a sentence from a book or dictates one composed by himself , to the pupils , who either write it down verbatim , or merely spell the words as they occur as if they were writing them down . " By ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 581 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Pagina 575 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore: Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never— nevermore.
Pagina 581 - The little bird sits at his door in the sun, Atilt like a blossom among the leaves, And lets his illumined being o'errun With the deluge of summer it receives...
Pagina 577 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells Of the bells Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells In the clamor...
Pagina 201 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves, Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings; He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.
Pagina 577 - In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people - ah, the people They that dwell up in the steeple, All alone, And who tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls,...
Pagina 464 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel, And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.
Pagina 218 - And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.
Pagina 575 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore, What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore.
Pagina 465 - Stormed at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred.