The British JuvenileJ. Caudwell, 1875 - Children's literature, English |
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Page 23 - STILL sits the school-house by the road, A ragged beggar sunning ; Around it still the sumachs grow, And blackberry- vines are running. Within, the master's desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps official ; The warping floor, the battered seats, The jack-knife's carved initial ; The charcoal...
Page 183 - HEAR the sledges with the bells — Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells ! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 168 - Whose beckoning finger points to realms of gold ; Our lusts and passions are the downward stair That leads the soul from a diviner air ; The archer, Death ; the flaming jewel, life ; Terrestrial goods, the goblet and the knife ; The knights and ladies, all whose flesh and bone By avarice have been hardened into stone ; The clerk, the scholar whom the love of pelf Tempts from his books and from his nobler self. The scholar and the world ! The endless strife, The discord in the harmonies of life !...
Page 23 - And low eaves' icy fretting. It touched the tangled golden curls, And brown eyes, full of grieving, Of one who still her steps delayed When all the school were leaving. For near her stood the little boy, Her childish favor singled, His cap pulled low upon a face Where pride and shame were mingled.
Page 179 - A youth thoughtless ! when his every act is as a torch to the laid train of future conduct, and every imagination a fountain of life or death ! Be thoughtless in any after years, rather than now — though, indeed, there is only one place where a man may be nobly thoughtless, — his death-bed. No thinking should ever be left to be done there.
Page 150 - If the spring put forth no blossoms, in summer there will be no beauty, and in autumn, no fruit: so, if youth be trifled away without improvement, manhood will probably be contemptible, and old age miserable.
Page 168 - In mediaeval Rome, I know not where, There stood an image with its arm in air, And on its lifted finger, shining clear, A golden ring with the device, "Strike here!
Page 39 - Let him that stole steal no more : but rather let him labour, working with his hands the thing which is good, that he may have to give to him that needeth.
Page 23 - Within, the master's desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps official, The warping floor, the battered seats, The jack-knife's carved initial; "The charcoal frescoes on its wall ; Its door's worn sill, betraying The feet that, creeping slow to school, Went storming out to playing! "Long years ago a winter sun Shone over it at setting; Lit up its western window panes, And low eaves
Page 124 - Work, work, my boy, be not afraid-, Look labor boldly in the face ; Take up the hammer or the spade, And blush not for your humble place. There's glory in the shuttle's song; There's triumph in the anvil's stroke; There's merit in the brave and strong, Who dig the mine or fell the oak.