Speller, Knjiga 1William Estabrook Chancellor W.W. Shannon, superintendent state printing, 1907 |
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Stran 168 - From nature too I take my rule, To shun contempt and ridicule. I never, with important air, In conversation overbear. Can grave and formal pass for wise, When men the solemn owl despise? My tongue within my lips I rein; For who talks much, must talk in vain.
Stran 141 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight. But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
Stran 105 - He heaved a heavy sigh, And then began to eye his pipe, And then to pipe his eye. And then he tried to sing, "All's Well!" But could not, though he tried; His head was turned, — and so he chewed His pigtail till he died. His death, which happened in his berth, At forty-odd befell; They went and told the sexton, and The sexton tolled the bell.
Stran 161 - Time, Where the softest of airs are playing ; There's a cloudless sky and a tropical clime, And a song as sweet as a vesper chime, And the Junes with the roses are staying. And the name of that Isle is the Long Ago...
Stran 147 - Tis an old maxim in the schools, That flattery's the food of fools; Yet now and then your men of wit Will condescend to take a bit.
Stran 123 - Habit is a cable ; we weave a thread of it every day and at last we cannot break it.
Stran 118 - THOU must be true thyself, If thou the truth wouldst teach; Thy soul must overflow, if thou Another's soul wouldst reach! It needs the overflow of heart To give the lips full speech. Think truly, and thy thoughts Shall the world's famine feed; Speak truly, and each word of thine Shall be a fruitful seed; Live truly, and thy life shall be A great and noble creed.
Stran 141 - Breathed his sighs o'er all the landscape, From the South-land sent his ardors, Wafted kisses warm and tender ; And the maize-field grew and ripened, Till it stood in all the splendor Of its garments green and yellow, Of its tassels and its plumage, And the maize-ears full and shining Gleamed from bursting sheaths of verdure.
Stran 105 - By the street of By-and-by one arrives at the house of Never " (Spanish).1 Never put off tin to-morrow what you can do to-day.
Stran 167 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.