Longer English PoemsJohn Wesley Hales Macmillan and Company, 1892 - 427 страници |
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... mind scorings and defacements ; no doubt you have much to learn . And still less must you mind much fingering and laceration ; it may be that your ears may be made those of a dog ; perhaps you may be cried over and called ́evil names ...
... mind scorings and defacements ; no doubt you have much to learn . And still less must you mind much fingering and laceration ; it may be that your ears may be made those of a dog ; perhaps you may be cried over and called ́evil names ...
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... minds the notion of finality in education . Let us recognize that all our efforts are but tentative , and that we are yet an immeasurable distance , not only from absolute perfection , but from that degree of perfection which is ...
... minds the notion of finality in education . Let us recognize that all our efforts are but tentative , and that we are yet an immeasurable distance , not only from absolute perfection , but from that degree of perfection which is ...
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... mind . The habit of independent search , conducted in however humble a way , is highly valuable . ( ii . ) With regard to the following paragraphs , it would not be ad- visable to give in every case equal importance to the various ...
... mind . The habit of independent search , conducted in however humble a way , is highly valuable . ( ii . ) With regard to the following paragraphs , it would not be ad- visable to give in every case equal importance to the various ...
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... mind ; it is to fetch and carry for it ; and it must be kept busy . One might say it should serve as a sort of library , which it were well to stock judiciously , with volumes well read and to be read again and again , not with shelves ...
... mind ; it is to fetch and carry for it ; and it must be kept busy . One might say it should serve as a sort of library , which it were well to stock judiciously , with volumes well read and to be read again and again , not with shelves ...
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... minds have appeared to them tabula rasa of as complete a kind as they were at the time of birth , according to Locke , or as the palpable unfilled sheet in front of them . They have no self - projecting power . They cannot cast any ...
... minds have appeared to them tabula rasa of as complete a kind as they were at the time of birth , according to Locke , or as the palpable unfilled sheet in front of them . They have no self - projecting power . They cannot cast any ...
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Страница 154 - 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...
Страница 79 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Страница 154 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
Страница 79 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Страница 134 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Страница 136 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Страница 150 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Страница 101 - 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...
Страница 79 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Страница 127 - Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!