Choice Thoughts; Or, Selections from Nearly One Hundred and Fifty Different Authors, for Use of High Schools for Reading, Recitation, and AnalysisIsaac Newton Carleton D. Appleton, 1878 - 132 pages |
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... never . It is not offended at our absent - mindedness , nor jealous if we turn to other pleasures , of leaf , or dress , or mineral , or even of books . It silently serves the soul without recom- pense , not even for the hire of love ...
... never . It is not offended at our absent - mindedness , nor jealous if we turn to other pleasures , of leaf , or dress , or mineral , or even of books . It silently serves the soul without recom- pense , not even for the hire of love ...
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... never yet reached us ; to wander in the creations of poetry , and grow warm again with that eloquence which swayed the democracies of the Old World ; to go up , with great reasoners , to the First Cause of all , and to per- ceive , in ...
... never yet reached us ; to wander in the creations of poetry , and grow warm again with that eloquence which swayed the democracies of the Old World ; to go up , with great reasoners , to the First Cause of all , and to per- ceive , in ...
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... never - ceasing motion , without rest by night or day , ever weaving to and fro . Swifter than a weaver's shuttle , it flies from birth to death , from death to birth ; from the beginning seeks the end and finds it not ; for the seeming ...
... never - ceasing motion , without rest by night or day , ever weaving to and fro . Swifter than a weaver's shuttle , it flies from birth to death , from death to birth ; from the beginning seeks the end and finds it not ; for the seeming ...
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... Never speak anything for a truth which you know or believe to be false . Lying is a great sin against God , who gave us a tongue to speak the truth and not falsehood . It is a great offense against humanity itself , for where there is ...
... Never speak anything for a truth which you know or believe to be false . Lying is a great sin against God , who gave us a tongue to speak the truth and not falsehood . It is a great offense against humanity itself , for where there is ...
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... never fades , where the stars will spread out before us like islands that slumber on the ocean , and where the beautiful beings which here pass before us like shad- ows , will stay in our presence for ever . Sir Lytton Bulwer , England ...
... never fades , where the stars will spread out before us like islands that slumber on the ocean , and where the beautiful beings which here pass before us like shad- ows , will stay in our presence for ever . Sir Lytton Bulwer , England ...
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angel Anon beauty beneath blessings bloom breathe bright charities Chas cheerful clouds Conn dark deeds deep dews E. P. Whipple earth Education Elihu Burritt England eternity fall feed five thousand feel flowers fruit gentleman give glorious glory glow gold H. W. Longfellow hand happiness hath heart heaven honor hope Horace Bushnell Horace Greeley hour hues human J. G. Holland John Greenleaf Whittier John Keble Labor land life's light liveth living Lord Lord Byron Mass mighty mind moral morning mountain native politeness nature never night o'er ocean P. J. Bailey pass peace pleasure R. W. Emerson rest Robert Pollok rose Scotland shine Silvio Pellico smile song sorrow soul speak spirit stars storm stream sweet Sweet day tempest thee There's things thou thought thousand toil tree True truth virtue voice waves weary winds Wisdom wise youth
Popular passages
Page 93 - The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead: That is the grasshopper's — he takes the lead In summer luxury, — he has never done With his delights, for when tired out with fun, He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
Page 98 - Boldly proclaims that happiest spot his own, Extols the treasures of his stormy seas, And his long nights of revelry and ease; The naked negro, panting at the line, Boasts of his golden sands and palmy wine, Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave, And thanks his Gods for all the good they gave. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever is, at home.
Page 112 - We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope...
Page 116 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Page 88 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Page 79 - Yet nerve thy spirit to the proof, And blench not at thy chosen lot ; The timid good may stand aloof, The sage may frown ; yet faint thou not. Nor heed the shaft too surely cast, The foul and hissing bolt of scorn ; For with thy side shall dwell at last The victory of endurance borne.
Page 100 - Bear it that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not...
Page 98 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Page 111 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and Music in its roar...
Page 71 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.