Annual Report of the Department of Education

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Department of Education, 1893
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Side 53 - Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Side 71 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
Side 49 - Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
Side 81 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 69 - The tear, down childhood's cheek that flows, Is like the dewdrop on the rose ; When next the summer breeze comes by, And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
Side 69 - Other Romans shall arise, Heedless of a soldier's name, Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Harmony the path to fame.
Side 52 - Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself, Whether I in any just term am affined To love the Moor. Rod. I would not follow him, then. lago. 0 sir, content you ; I follow him to serve my turn upon him. We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly followed.
Side 98 - If two triangles have two angles of the one equal to two angles of the other, each to each, and one side equal to one side, viz. either the sides adjacent to the equal...
Side 61 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Side 104 - By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.

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