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... write on purpose for them ; and we shall not be satisfied till every one of them join our ranks . But you may say , " What good will it do us to take in the Young Scholar ? " We answer , much every way . It is nice for boys and girls to ...
... write on purpose for them ; and we shall not be satisfied till every one of them join our ranks . But you may say , " What good will it do us to take in the Young Scholar ? " We answer , much every way . It is nice for boys and girls to ...
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... write on things they know nothing about , or things there is nothing worth writing about . Now we are very anxious to help you in this respect . At certain times we shall give out subjects on which our young readers may write short ...
... write on things they know nothing about , or things there is nothing worth writing about . Now we are very anxious to help you in this respect . At certain times we shall give out subjects on which our young readers may write short ...
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... that his uncle was appointed to the command of the Raisonnable of sixty - four guns . ' Do , William , " said he to a brother who was a year and a half 66 older than himself , " write to my father , LIFE OF LORD NELSON . 17.
... that his uncle was appointed to the command of the Raisonnable of sixty - four guns . ' Do , William , " said he to a brother who was a year and a half 66 older than himself , " write to my father , LIFE OF LORD NELSON . 17.
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older than himself , " write to my father , and tell him that I should like to go to sea with Uncle Maurice . " His father was then at Bath , where he had gone for the recovery of his health ; he was not well off , and he had no ...
older than himself , " write to my father , and tell him that I should like to go to sea with Uncle Maurice . " His father was then at Bath , where he had gone for the recovery of his health ; he was not well off , and he had no ...
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... writes to us expressing his opinion that in a short time the Young Scholar will be an institution in our schools . No efforts on our part shall be wanting to make it worthy of such a high mission , and with the assistance of such a ...
... writes to us expressing his opinion that in a short time the Young Scholar will be an institution in our schools . No efforts on our part shall be wanting to make it worthy of such a high mission , and with the assistance of such a ...
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Popular passages
Page 96 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do' blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 138 - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Page 78 - THE boy stood on the burning deck Whence all but him had fled; The flame that lit the battle's wreck Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm — A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though childlike form.
Page 136 - A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew, Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Page 120 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone. The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat. Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Page 6 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 88 - The unfeeling for his own. Yet, ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Page 233 - 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!
Page 136 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school.
Page 315 - Thy snawie bosom sunward spread, Thou lifts thy unassuming head In humble guise ; But now the share uptears thy bed, And low thou lies ! Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade ! By love's simplicity betrayed, And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid Low i