New York Teachers' Monographs, Volume 15

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New York Teachers' Monographs Company, 1913

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Page 77 - This is the ship of pearl which poets feign Sails the unshadowed main,— The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page 73 - drum was heard, not a funeral note As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory
Page 91 - 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 that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers. —From Lowell's
Page 70 - The Builders. All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time ; Some with massive deeds and great Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low ; Each thing in its place is best ; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest.
Page 85 - from Shakespeare. Neither a borrower nor a lender be : For loan oft' loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all—to thine own self be true ; And it
Page 67 - Whittier.) The Barefoot Boy. Blessings on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan ! With thy turned-up pantaloons, And thy merry whistled tunes; With thy red lip, redder still Kissed by strawberries on the hill ; With the sunshine on thy face, Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace; From my heart I give thee joy ! I was once a barefoot boy. —WHITTIER.
Page 91 - V. 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 that reaches and towers, And,
Page 69 - That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend. —HENRY
Page 91 - 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 that reaches and towers, And,
Page 66 - The Mountain and the Squirrel. The mountain and the squirrel had a quarrel, And the former called the latter "Little prig" ; Bun replied : "You are doubtless very big, But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in

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