Graded Memory SelectionsS. D. Waterman, J. W. McClymonds, C. C. Hughes Educational Publishing Company, 1903 - 192 pages |
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... a modest grace , e Dear God , the name Thou gavest me , alas , I have forgot . " The Father kindly looked Him down and said , " Forget - me - not . " -Anon . WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S NEST . " To - whit MEMORY SELECTIONS . 17 Anon Anon.
... a modest grace , e Dear God , the name Thou gavest me , alas , I have forgot . " The Father kindly looked Him down and said , " Forget - me - not . " -Anon . WHO STOLE THE BIRD'S NEST . " To - whit MEMORY SELECTIONS . 17 Anon Anon.
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... thou not a sunbeam , Child whose life is glad With an inner radiance Sunshine never had ? Oh , as God has blessed thee , Scatter rays divine ! For there is no sunbeam But must die , or shine . MEADOW TALK . A bumble bee , yellow as gold ...
... thou not a sunbeam , Child whose life is glad With an inner radiance Sunshine never had ? Oh , as God has blessed thee , Scatter rays divine ! For there is no sunbeam But must die , or shine . MEADOW TALK . A bumble bee , yellow as gold ...
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... the harboring smile will fade and flee ; But touch thou the chin with an impress deep , And my baby the angel's seal shall keep . " -J . G. Holland . To DISCONTENT . Down in a field one day in June. 44 MEMORY SELECTIONS .
... the harboring smile will fade and flee ; But touch thou the chin with an impress deep , And my baby the angel's seal shall keep . " -J . G. Holland . To DISCONTENT . Down in a field one day in June. 44 MEMORY SELECTIONS .
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... all gone to seed , Scattered roughly by the wind Like a common weed . Thou hast lived thy little life Smiling every day ; Who could do a better thing AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY . The day is ending , The. 60 MEMORY SELECTIONS .
... all gone to seed , Scattered roughly by the wind Like a common weed . Thou hast lived thy little life Smiling every day ; Who could do a better thing AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY . The day is ending , The. 60 MEMORY SELECTIONS .
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... Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies : Thou anoint- est my head with oil ; my cup runneth over . 6. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life ; and I will dwell in the house of the ...
... Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies : Thou anoint- est my head with oil ; my cup runneth over . 6. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life ; and I will dwell in the house of the ...
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Page 83 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long ; His face is like the tan ; His brow is wet with honest sweat ; He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Week in, week out, from morn till night, You can hear his bellows blow ; You can hear him swing his heavy sledge, With measured beat and slow, Like a sexton ringing the village bell When the evening sun is low. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door ; They love to see the flaming forge,...
Page 151 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 108 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Page 107 - Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start ; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer.
Page 109 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine! Aye, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God!
Page 112 - Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town tonight, Hang a lantern aloft in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a signal light,— One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and...
Page 100 - And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying: "Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee." " Come, wander with me," she said, " Into regions yet untrod ; And read what is still unread In the manuscripts of God." And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe. And whenever the way seemed long, Or his heart began to fail, She would sing a more wonderful song, Or tell a more marvellous tale.
Page 142 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 165 - 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 106 - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.