The Natural History of the Child: A Book for All Sorts and Conditions of Men, Women, and ChildrenJohn Lane Company, 1920 - Počet stran: 304 |
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Strana 105 - Play up! play up! and play the game! " This is the word that year by year, While in her place the School is set, Every one of her sons must hear, And none that hears it dare forget. This they all with a joyful mind Bear through life like a torch in flame, And falling fling to the host behind — " Play up! play up! and play the game!
Strana 119 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days. The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none. The wall on which we tried our graving skill, The very name we carved subsisting still ; The bench on which we sat while deep employed, Though mangled, hacked, and hewed, not yet destroyed...
Strana 54 - O'er lesser powers that be ; But a mightier power and stronger Man from his throne has hurled, For the hand that rocks the cradle Is the hand that rules the world.
Strana 183 - Thus saith the Lord of hosts : There shall yet old men and old women dwell in the streets of Jerusalem, and every man with his staff in his hand for very age. And the streets of the city shall be full of boys and girls playing in the streets thereof.
Strana 129 - MY DEAR PARENTS, — The anticipation of our Christmas vacation abounds in peculiar delights. Not only that its " festivities," its social gatherings, and its lively amusements crown the old year with happiness and mirth, but that I come a guest commended to your hospitable love by the performance of all you bade me remember when I left you in the glad season of sun and flowers. And time has sped fleetly since reluctant my departing step crossed the threshold of that home whose indulgences and endearments...
Strana 105 - Play up! play up! and play the game! " The sand of the desert is sodden red — Red with the wreck of a square that broke; — The Catling's jammed and the Colonel dead, And the regiment blind with dust and smoke. The river of death has brimmed his banks, And England's far and Honour a name, But the voice of a schoolboy rallies the ranks: " Play up! play up! and play the game!
Strana 224 - A Sabbath well spent Brings a week of content And health for the toils of the morrow, But a Sabbath profaned Whate'er may be gained Is a certain forerunner of sorrow.
Strana 130 - Theon to his father Theon, greeting. It was a fine thing of you not to take me with you to the city! If you won't take me with you to Alexandria, I won't write you a letter, or speak to you, or say good-bye to you; and if you go to Alexandria I won't take your hand or ever greet you again.
Strana 129 - As we have no playdays,' he adds • (the school being taught every day in the year but Sunday), so neither do we allow any time for play on any day ; he that plays when he is a child will play when he is a man.
Strana 195 - I lost my poor little doll, dears, As I played in the heath one day ; And I cried for her more than a week, dears, But I never could find where she lay. I found my poor little doll, dears, As I played in the heath one day : Folks say she is terribly changed, dears, For her paint is all washed away, And her arm trodden off by the cows, dears, And her hair not the least bit curled : Yet, for old sake's sake, she is still, dears, The prettiest doll in the world.