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... lived in Pisa three hundred years ago , had a very bright little boy named Galileo . The father in- tended that his son should be a trader in wool , but as the little fellow improved so rapidly under the instruction he received at home ...
... lived in Pisa three hundred years ago , had a very bright little boy named Galileo . The father in- tended that his son should be a trader in wool , but as the little fellow improved so rapidly under the instruction he received at home ...
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... famous , began to think for themselves early in life . 4. Rowland Hill was born on December 3 , 1795 , at Kidderminster , where his forefathers had lived for many generations . The family was poor ; for 132 SIR ROWLAND HILL .
... famous , began to think for themselves early in life . 4. Rowland Hill was born on December 3 , 1795 , at Kidderminster , where his forefathers had lived for many generations . The family was poor ; for 132 SIR ROWLAND HILL .
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... lived to prove the truth of all his statements , and the worth of his ideas . In the year 1879 one thousand five hundred millions of letters passed through the Post Office , or nearly twenty times as many as were posted in 1839 , the ...
... lived to prove the truth of all his statements , and the worth of his ideas . In the year 1879 one thousand five hundred millions of letters passed through the Post Office , or nearly twenty times as many as were posted in 1839 , the ...
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... lived ; if not , we died . 8. ' The wind had been freshening fast all the while , and was now a sharp gale . I had never in my life , perhaps , had so much canvas on in so heavy a blow , but we must spread more . " Set more sail ...
... lived ; if not , we died . 8. ' The wind had been freshening fast all the while , and was now a sharp gale . I had never in my life , perhaps , had so much canvas on in so heavy a blow , but we must spread more . " Set more sail ...
173 ÆäÀÌÁö
... lived like other working people's children : played about the doors , went birds ' - nesting now and then , or on errands into the village . When he grew bigger , he carried his father's dinner to him when at work , or helped to nurse ...
... lived like other working people's children : played about the doors , went birds ' - nesting now and then , or on errands into the village . When he grew bigger , he carried his father's dinner to him when at work , or helped to nurse ...
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200 ÆäÀÌÁö - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
30 ÆäÀÌÁö - The village smithy stands ; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands ; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands. 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.
269 ÆäÀÌÁö - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
199 ÆäÀÌÁö - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide,- And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies; And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. 7 Toiling, — rejoicing, — sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose.
198 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh ! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
117 ÆäÀÌÁö - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
144 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart ; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms...
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - But a sudden change came o'er his heart, Ere the setting of the sun, And Tubal Cain was filled with pain For the evil he had done; He saw that men, with rage and hate, Made war upon their kind; That the land was red with the blood they shed, In their lust for carnage blind; And he said; "Alas! that ever I made, Or that skill of mine should plan, The spear and the sword for men whose joy Is to slay their fellowman...