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... .. .53 OLDEN TIMES , .. ALWAYS LEARNING ,. .Mary Howitt , .. ........ 59 ..... TO THE LILY OF THE VALLEY , .. .C . C . , .............. ... Field Naturalist's Magazine , ... 65 .64 TO A BOY JUST ENTERING ON THE WAR- THE OLD.
... .. .53 OLDEN TIMES , .. ALWAYS LEARNING ,. .Mary Howitt , .. ........ 59 ..... TO THE LILY OF THE VALLEY , .. .C . C . , .............. ... Field Naturalist's Magazine , ... 65 .64 TO A BOY JUST ENTERING ON THE WAR- THE OLD.
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... learning , hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil ? Hast thou old Greece and Rome surveyed , And the vast sense of Plato weighed ? Hath Socrates thy soul refined ? And hast thou fathomed Tully's mind ? Or , like the wise ...
... learning , hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil ? Hast thou old Greece and Rome surveyed , And the vast sense of Plato weighed ? Hath Socrates thy soul refined ? And hast thou fathomed Tully's mind ? Or , like the wise ...
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... learning was of little note , And , saving monks , none read or wrote ; And even kings , with nought of shame , Confessed they could not sign their name ! Then ladies ' lives were dull , for they Wrought tapestry - work from day to day ...
... learning was of little note , And , saving monks , none read or wrote ; And even kings , with nought of shame , Confessed they could not sign their name ! Then ladies ' lives were dull , for they Wrought tapestry - work from day to day ...
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... LEARNING . 1 . WASTE not your precious hours in play , Nought can recall life's morning ; The seed now sown will cheer your way , The wise are always learning . 2 . Nor think when all school - days are o'er , You've bid adieu to learning ...
... LEARNING . 1 . WASTE not your precious hours in play , Nought can recall life's morning ; The seed now sown will cheer your way , The wise are always learning . 2 . Nor think when all school - days are o'er , You've bid adieu to learning ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
ALEXANDER SELKIRK Alice beneath bird blast blasting wind bless blood-hounds blossoms blow breast breath Camel carrion crow cheer child cried croak dark dead dear door doth e'er earth Edmonton fair fear feast field-mouse flew flower Gelert green grief hand happy HARVEST MOON hath hear heard heart Heaven high castle horse hour humble JOHN GILPIN king's grave Ladybird land learning light live Llewellyn's lonely look looked and smiled Lord mind morn mother ne'er never night nought o'er old crow Pages poor praise Price 18 red fox rest round Schiraz sighed silent simoom skies sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound stood sweet tears thee thine things thou dost thou hast thought Thwack tree Twas unto vale voice walls watch wild wind wings wise wood Wood-cuts young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 168 - Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible or dimly seen In these Thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ; for ye behold Him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle His throne rejoicing : ye in heaven ; On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end.
Página 105 - At church with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Página 55 - But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage And froze the genial current of the soul.
Página 179 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound; And, as they oft had heard apart Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each (for madness ruled the hour) Would prove his own expressive power.
Página 55 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...
Página 35 - How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will ; Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill...
Página 39 - The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...
Página 103 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Página 180 - He threw his blood-stained sword, in thunder, down ; And with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
Página 57 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.