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... master . In 1442 he went to Holland , which at that time was called the Low Country . He was there some years , during which he learned the art of printing . If you visit Westminster Abbey when you are in London , no doubt you will be ...
... master . In 1442 he went to Holland , which at that time was called the Low Country . He was there some years , during which he learned the art of printing . If you visit Westminster Abbey when you are in London , no doubt you will be ...
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... master's attention to this , who soon found out that these red marks were parts of words that had been written on the note . The writing was so faint that they had great difficulty in making out any whole words at all . At last ...
... master's attention to this , who soon found out that these red marks were parts of words that had been written on the note . The writing was so faint that they had great difficulty in making out any whole words at all . At last ...
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... master could not depend upon him , and so some other lad has had to take his place . The following story of George Washington will show what importance he attached to punctuality , When George Washington became President of the United ...
... master could not depend upon him , and so some other lad has had to take his place . The following story of George Washington will show what importance he attached to punctuality , When George Washington became President of the United ...
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... master said slyly , ' The cow has a tail , but it's always behind ; How much like the tail poor Joseph we find ! ' The boys set up a loud laugh , and called Joseph the ' Cow's tail ' ; but it cured him , he was never late again . Let ...
... master said slyly , ' The cow has a tail , but it's always behind ; How much like the tail poor Joseph we find ! ' The boys set up a loud laugh , and called Joseph the ' Cow's tail ' ; but it cured him , he was never late again . Let ...
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... master , the King of Spain . It was soon found that the land was an island , which Columbus called San Salvador . Thinking that he could not be far from the great country of India , he called the people who lived on the island Indians ...
... master , the King of Spain . It was soon found that the land was an island , which Columbus called San Salvador . Thinking that he could not be far from the great country of India , he called the people who lived on the island Indians ...
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Page 51 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Page 111 - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Page 124 - I SHOT an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, 1 knew not where ; For who has sight so keen and strong.
Page 51 - I remember, I remember, The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky : It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 51 - I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow! I remember...
Page 33 - A dreamer dropped a random thought; 'twas old, and yet 'twas new , A simple fancy of the brain, but strong in being true. It shone upon a genial mind, and lo! its light became A lamp of life, a beacon ray, a monitory flame. The thought was small, its issue great; a watch.fire on the hill, It sheds its radiance far adown, and cheers the valley still!
Page 157 - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran ; And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew, I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
Page 148 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet...
Page 51 - I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups — Those flowers made of light ! The lilacs where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday, — • The tree is living yet...
Page 32 - And age was pleased, in heat of noon, to bask beneath its boughs; The dormouse loved its dangling twigs the birds sweet music bore; It stood a glory in its place, a blessing evermore. A little spring had lost its way amid the grass and fern, A passing...