How Not to Teach: Revisd and Enlarged, with The Way to Teach

A.S. Barnes & Company, 1883 - 48 ページ

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45 ページ - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
41 ページ - OF all the causes which conspire to blind Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
41 ページ - An' set your beauties a' abread ! Ye little ken what cursed speed The blastie's makin ! Thae winks and finger-ends, I dread, Are notice takin ! O wad some pow'r the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us ! It wad frae monie a blunder free us And foolish notion : What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us, And ev'n Devotion ! ADDRESS TO EDINBURGH.
44 ページ - Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow; He who would search for pearls must dive below.
44 ページ - Man, proud man, Drest in a little brief authority, Plays such fantastic tricks before high Heaven As make the angels weep.
24 ページ - Sounds which address the ear are lost and die In one short hour ; but that which strikes the eye Lives long upon the mind; the faithful sight Engraves the knowledge with a beam of light.
45 ページ - Believe me, the talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well; and doing well whatever you do, — without a thought of fame.
43 ページ - Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever.
39 ページ - Try over hard to roll the British R ; Do put your accents in the proper spot ; Don't, — let me beg you, — don't say " How?
47 ページ - Sloth, like rust, consumes faster than labor wears; while the used key is always bright, as Poor Richard says. But dost thou love life, then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of, as Poor Richard says.