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... says : " Let us try to know what an author says before we proceed to classify or to pass sentence upon him . It is wonderful how much our faculties of discernment will grow and unfold themselves if we begin by throwing all our notions ...
... says : " Let us try to know what an author says before we proceed to classify or to pass sentence upon him . It is wonderful how much our faculties of discernment will grow and unfold themselves if we begin by throwing all our notions ...
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... says : " There is not a rural village , nor a mighty city , the peace of which will not one day depend upon the answer time must make to this question . " In these times of " storm and stress , " as the Germans say , of handicrafts and ...
... says : " There is not a rural village , nor a mighty city , the peace of which will not one day depend upon the answer time must make to this question . " In these times of " storm and stress , " as the Germans say , of handicrafts and ...
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... says that the method of teaching which approaches most nearly to the method of investigation is incomparably the best . This work is based upon the idea that we should keep close to those writers who have enriched the tone and expanded ...
... says that the method of teaching which approaches most nearly to the method of investigation is incomparably the best . This work is based upon the idea that we should keep close to those writers who have enriched the tone and expanded ...
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... say that two at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea , Yet ye are seven ! I pray you tell , Sweet Maid , how this may be . " Then did the little Maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the church - yard lie , Beneath ...
... say that two at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea , Yet ye are seven ! I pray you tell , Sweet Maid , how this may be . " Then did the little Maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the church - yard lie , Beneath ...
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... What more I have to say is short , And you must kindly take it : It is no tale ; but , should you think , Perhaps a tale you ' ll make it . 50 60 70 One summer day I chanced to see This old Man SELECTIONS FROM WORDSWORTH . 9.
... What more I have to say is short , And you must kindly take it : It is no tale ; but , should you think , Perhaps a tale you ' ll make it . 50 60 70 One summer day I chanced to see This old Man SELECTIONS FROM WORDSWORTH . 9.
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Sida 157 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Sida 302 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Sida 175 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad Hearts! without reproach or blot; Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh!
Sida 19 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.— That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Sida 176 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through thee, Are fresh and strong.
Sida 22 - Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! with far deeper zeal Of holier love.
Sida 19 - The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand, not only with the sense Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts That in this moment there is life and food For future years.
Sida 209 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Sida 188 - Ah! then, if mine had been the painter's hand, To express what then I saw; and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary pile!
Sida 194 - CHARACTER OF THE HAPPY WARRIOR. WHO is the happy Warrior ? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be ? — It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought Upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought...