Annual Report of the Public Schools of the Province of British Columbia

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Side 196 - II met bas son fagot, il songe à son malheur. Quel plaisir at-il eu depuis qu'il est au monde? En est-il un plus pauvre en la machine ronde ? Point de pain quelquefois et jamais de repos...
Side 712 - This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Side 721 - They say, The solid earth whereon we tread In tracts of fluent heat began, And grew to seeming-random forms, The seeming prey of cyclic storms, Till at the last arose the man...
Side 161 - Sire, mon père est mort; mes yeux ont vu son sang Couler à gros bouillons de son généreux flanc; Ce sang qui tant de fois garantit vos murailles, Ce sang qui tant de fois vous gagna des batailles, Ce sang qui tout sorti fume encor de courroux De se voir répandu pour d'autres que pour vous, Qu'au milieu des hasards n'osait verser la guerre, Rodrigue en votre cour vient d'en couvrir la terre.
Side 172 - Caesar dead: Alike, or when or where they shone or shine, Or on the Rubicon, or on the Rhine, A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod ; An honest man's the noblest work of God.
Side 195 - Addant avaro divitias mari : Tuno me biremis praesidio scaphae Tutum per Aegaeos tumultua Aura feret geminusque Pollux. XXX. EXEOI monumentum aere perennius Regalique situ pyramidum altius, Quod non imber edax, non Aquilo impotens Possit diruere aut innumerabilis Annorum series et fuga temporum.
Side 161 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare And grass in the green field. My sister ! ('tis a wish of mine) Now that our morning meal is done, Make haste, your morning task resign ; Come forth and feel the sun.
Side 172 - All that we feel of it begins and ends In the small circle of our foes or friends; To all beside as much an empty shade...

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