Primary Education, 第 6 卷,第 7 期

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Educational Publishing Company, 1898
 

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第 9 頁 - false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
第 183 頁 - Knowledge never learned of schools Of the wild bee's morning chase, Of the wild flowers' time and place, Flight of fowl and habitude Of the tenants of the wood ; How the tortoise bears his shell : How the woodchuck digs his cell And the ground-mole makes his well; How the robin feeds her young ; How the oriole's nest is hung.
第 119 頁 - all day long ! 0 wind, that sings so loud a song ! 1 saw the different things you did But always you yourself you hid, I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all. О wind a blowing all day long ! О wind, that sings so loud a song
第 246 頁 - Then the little Hiawatha Learned of every bird its language, Learned their names and all their secrets, How they built their nests in summer, Where they hid themselves in winter, Talked with them whene'er he met them, Called them " Hiawatha's Chickens.
第 236 頁 - Khodora! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing. Then Beauty is its own excuse for being. — Emerson : The
第 191 頁 - What plant we in the apple tree? Buds which the breath of summer days Shall lengthen into leafy spray; Boughs where the thrush with crimson breast Shall haunt, and sing, and hide her nest; We plant, upon the sunny lea, A shadow for the noontide hour, A shelter from the summer shower, When we plant the apple tree.
第 195 頁 - The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou nearest the sound thereof but canst not tell whence it cometh and whither it goeth; so is everyone that is born of the Spirit.
第 408 頁 - There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance, to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished. No Santa Claus ! Thank God ! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now,
第 317 頁 - are growing ; When springs run low, and on the brooks, In idle golden freighting, Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush Of woods, for winter waiting; When comrades seek sweet country haunts, By twos and twos together, And count like misers hour by hour, October's bright blue weather. О
第 104 頁 - Showers of rain fall warm and welcome, Plants lift up their heads rejoicing, Back unto their lakes and marshes Come the wild goose and the heron, Homeward shoots the arrowy swallow, Sing the bluebird and the robin, All the meadows wave with blossoms, All the woodlands ring with music, All the trees are dark with foliage.

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