For Memorizing BREAK, BREAK, BREAK. Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a vanished hand And the sound of a voice that is still! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O, Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead -Tennyson. For Memorizing THE VICAR'S SERMON. Whatsoe'r you find to do, Do it, boys, with all your might: Or a little in the right. Trifles even lead to heaven; Trifles make the life of man: So in all things, great and small things, Let no speck their surface dim,- Who says that any lie is white! Help the weak if you are strong; As a kernel in a nut. For Memorizing Love with all your heart and soul, You can never love too much! In our babyhood begun; If you think a word will please, They are treasures yielding pleasures It is wicked to retain. -Charles Mackay. THE THREE FISHERS. Three fishers went sailing away to the west Each thought on the woman who loved him the best, For men must work, and women must weep; For Memorizing Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower, And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down; Three corpses lay out on the shining sands And the women are weeping and wringing their hands And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep- -Charles Kingsley. NOBILITY. True worth is in being, not seeming, For, whatever men say in blindness, And in spite of the fancies of youth, For Memorizing We get back our mete as we measure, The air for the wing of the sparrow, The bush for the robin and wren, We cannot make bargains for blisses, For good lieth not in pursuing, Nor gaining of great nor of small; As we would be done by, is all. Through envy, through malice, through hating, No jot of our courage abating,— Our part is to work and to wait. And slight is the sting of his trouble. Whose winnings are less than his worth; For he who is honest is noble, Whatever his fortune or birth. -Alice Cary. |