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The day was dying, and with feeble hands Caressed the mountain-tops; the vales between
It is much easier to be critical than to be correct. (Disraeli.
Critics are sentinels in the grand army of
He was in Logic a great critic,
A man must serve his time to every trade,
DAY AND NIGHT.
But yonder comes the powerful King of Day
Whence are thy beams, O sun thy everlast-
The rising sun complies with our weak sight,
And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,
That God alone was to be seen in heaven.
| Darkened; the river in the meadow-lands
Sheathed itself as a sword, and was not seen. * (Longfellow.
Hail, twilight! sovereign of one peaceful hour ! (Wordsworth.
The sun is set; and in his latest beams Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold, Slowly upon the amber air unrolled, The falling mantle of the Prophet seems. (Longfellow. O the wierd northern twilight, which is neither night or day, When the amber wake of the long-set sun still marks his western way. (D. M. Mulock.
A cloud lay cradled near the setting-sun,
Sweet shadows of twilight! how calm their repose, While the dew drops fall soft in the breast of the rose How blest to the toiler his hour of release When the vesper is heard with its whisper of peace! (Holmes.
The day is done; and slowly from the scene The stooping sun up-gathers his spent shafts, And puts them back into his golden quiver!
Now in his Palace of the West,
LIVING THOUGHTS OF GREAT THINKERS.
The evening came. The setting sun stretched
the ponds, and they became as blood.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day.
Nature hath appointed the twilight as a
'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went
die. (Thomas Cole.
All silently, the little moon
There is no light in earth or heaven,
And the first watch of night is given
Night drew her sable curtain down
See yonder fire! It is the moon Slow rising o'er the eastern hill. It glimmers on the forest tips
And through the dewy foliage drips
In little rivulets of light,
(Longfellow. Night! that great shadow and profile of the day. (Richter.
The night is calm and cloudless,
To the solemn litany. (Longfellow.
When I gaze into the stars, they look down upon me with pity from their serene and silent spaces, like eyes glistening with tears over the little lot of man. Thousands of generations, all as noisy as our own, have been swallowed up by time, and there remains no record of them any more. Yet Arcturus and Orion, Sirius and Pleiades, are still shining in their courses, clear and young, as when the shepherd first noted them in the plain of Shinar! (Carlyle.
The moon was pallid, but not faint;
If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown But every night come out these envoys of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile. (Emerson.
DEATH. - w
How wonderful is death, death and his brother, sleep ! (Shelley.
There is no Death ! What seems so is tran-
I have been dying for years, now I shall be-
And, as she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler,
Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever. (Longfellow.
Thou know'st 'tis common; all that live must
Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow. (Young. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of - death? (Gray. We count it death to falter, not to die. (Simonides. There are slave drivers quietly whipt underground, There bookbinders, done up in boards are fast bound, There card-players wait till the last trump be played, There all the choice spirits get finally laid, There the babe, that's unborn is supplied with a berth, There men without legs get their six feet of earth, There lawyers repose, each wrapt up in his case, There seekers of office are sure of a place, There defendant and plaintiff get equally cast, There shoemakers quietly stick to the last. (Lowell. To die is landing on some silent shore, Where billows never break nor tempests roar: Ere well we feel the friendly stroke 'tis o'er. (Garth. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. (Gray.
So live that when thy summons comes to
“Do you believe in dreams ?” and no.
When they come true, then I believe in them;
When they come false, I don't believe in them." (Longfellow.
Dream after dream ensues; And still they dream that they shall still succeed, And still are disappointed.
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy
makes; When monarch Reason sleeps, this mimic wakes. (Dryden.
'Twas but a dream,_let it pass, let it vanish like so many others
What I thought was a flower, is only a weed, and is worthless. (Longfellow.
Oh! I have pass'd a miserable night,
My eyes make pictures when they are shut.
Education is the only interest worthy the deep, controlling anxiety of the thoughtful man. (Wendell Phillips.
Every person has two educations—one which he receives from others, and one more important which he gives himself. (Gibbon. Education commences at the mother's knee, and every word spoken within the hearsay of little children tends towards the formation of character. (Hosea Ballou.
True ease in writing comes from art, not
chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. (Pope.
Instruction ends in the schoolroom, but education ends only with life. A child is
given to the universe to educate. (Robertson.
Do not ask if a man has been through college. Ask if a college has been through him. (Chapin. There is nothing more frightful than for a teacher to know only what his scholars are intended to know. (Goethe.
Histories make men wise; poets, witty; the mathematics, subtile; natural philosophy, deep; morals, grave; logic and rhetoric, able to contend. (Bacon.
Give a boy address and accomplishments, and you give him the mastery of paiaces and fortunes where he goes. He has not the trouble of earning or owning them; they
solicit him to enter and possess. (Emerson.
The Self-Educated are marked by stubborn peculiarities. Isaac Disraeli. How much a dunce, that has been sent to roam, Excels a dunce, that has been kept at home. (Cowper. Instruction does not prevent waste of time or mistakes; and mistakes themselves are often the best teachers of all. (Froude. Uneasy lie the heads of all that rule, His worst of all whose kingdom is a school. (Holmes. When I am forgotten, as I shall be,
And sleep in dull cold marble, + + + +
Say, I taught thee. (Shakespeare. The mother's heart is the child's schoolroom. (Beecher. Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large returns. (Bayard Taylor. 'Tis education forms the common mind, Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined. (Pope. Better a little chiding than a great deal of heartbreak. (Shakespeare.
Education is the cheap defence of nations. (Edmund Burke. Educate men without religion and you make them but clever devils. (Duke of Wellington. And say to mothers what a holy charge Is theirs—with what a kingly power their love Might rule the fountains of the newborn mind. (Mrs. Sigourney.
Experience keeps a dear school, but fools will learn in no other. (Franklin.
To Truth's house there is a single door, Which is Experience He teaches best, Who feels the hearts of all men in his breast, And knows their strength or weakness through his own. (Bayard Taylor.