The Ohio Educational Monthly, Volume 56O.T. Corson, 1907 - Education |
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... never do . This child is nat- ural and familiar with nature . We recognize these children as our own , while those we have met elsewhere have been so revised and corrected that their own families rarely know them . Who has succeeded as ...
... never do . This child is nat- ural and familiar with nature . We recognize these children as our own , while those we have met elsewhere have been so revised and corrected that their own families rarely know them . Who has succeeded as ...
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... never aware of his art . We trust him as a faithful guide , and from doubt and care he leads us home , to the sweet faces about the fireside ; and on to the Father of all who has made nothing in vain . He makes the laughter of the brook ...
... never aware of his art . We trust him as a faithful guide , and from doubt and care he leads us home , to the sweet faces about the fireside ; and on to the Father of all who has made nothing in vain . He makes the laughter of the brook ...
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... never bad . He is commonplace and uncouth , but never vulgar . would be pitiable in a dress suit , and would go hungry from a ten- course dinner ; but what friend ever found him wanting or knew him to compromise the right ? He is ...
... never bad . He is commonplace and uncouth , but never vulgar . would be pitiable in a dress suit , and would go hungry from a ten- course dinner ; but what friend ever found him wanting or knew him to compromise the right ? He is ...
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... never conscious of a background feeling . of naive , animal life . He consumes himself in snaps , snarls and bites . Pope , hunchbacked , miserable , pet- ulent , acrimonious and supercilious ; Byron , brilliant , immoral , haughty and ...
... never conscious of a background feeling . of naive , animal life . He consumes himself in snaps , snarls and bites . Pope , hunchbacked , miserable , pet- ulent , acrimonious and supercilious ; Byron , brilliant , immoral , haughty and ...
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... never- failing fountain of sweet waters that find their way adown the life , making green the barren , creating health and beauty everywhere , bringing old age to renew its youth and making death a passing . The sad part of life to me ...
... never- failing fountain of sweet waters that find their way adown the life , making green the barren , creating health and beauty everywhere , bringing old age to renew its youth and making death a passing . The sad part of life to me ...
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Page 1 - And bade me creep past. No ! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old. Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
Page 48 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Page 1 - The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go; For the journey is done and the summit attained, And the barriers fall, Though a battle's to fight ere the guerdon be gained, The reward of it all. I was ever a fighter, so — one fight more, The best and the last ! I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forebore, And bade me creep past.
Page 555 - 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 559 - A fire-mist and a planet, A crystal and a cell, A jelly-fish and a saurian. And caves where the cave-men dwell: Then a sense of law and beauty. And a face turned from the clod, Some call it Evolution, And others call it God.
Page 581 - That man, I think, has had a liberal education who has been so trained in youth that his body is the ready servant of his will, and does with ease and pleasure all the work that, as a mechanism, it is capable of; whose intellect is a clear, cold, logic engine, with all its parts of equal strength, and in smooth working order; ready, like a steam engine, to be turned to any kind of work...
Page 105 - gainst time or fate, For, lo ! my own shall come to me. I stay my haste, I make delays, For what avails this eager pace ? I stand amid the eternal ways, And what is mine shall know my face.
Page 575 - THE day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to play the man, help us to perform them with laughter and kind faces, let cheerfulness abound with industry. Give us to go blithely on our business all this day, bring us to our resting beds weary and content and undishonoured, and grant us in the end the gift of sleep.
Page 621 - Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Page 1 - Fear death ? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm...