Talks on Pedagogics: An Outline of the Theory of ConcentrationE. L. Kellogg, 1894 - 491 Seiten |
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acquired act of attention action of external acts of association alogy appropriate activities Arithmetic aroused Aryan race attitude attri body botany brain central subjects child color conscious activities consciousness consists corre corresponding decimal fractions definite direct earth earth's surface educational value effect elementary ideas energies which act energy acting enhanced equal numbers ergy Ethnology exercise external attributes external energies external objects fact function Geography Geology hearing-language highest hypothesis imagination immediate individual concepts inferences intense intrinsic jects judgment knowledge language Laura Bridgman learning means ment mental action Meteorology method metic mind Mineralogy modes of expression motive myth nature necessity number of equal observation oral word organism phonic physical present printed words pupils relation sciousness self-activity self-effort sense sensorium sentence soul sound speech spontaneous symbol taught teacher tence thought tion true truth unit unity of action whole writing Zoology
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Seite 222 - A hurry of hoofs in a village street, A shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, And beneath, from the pebbles, in passing a spark Struck out by a steed flying fearless and fleet: That was all! And yet, through the gloom and the light, The fate of a nation was riding that night; And the spark struck out by that steed in his flight Kindled the land into flame with its heat.
Seite 166 - Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul ; Not with the mean and vulgar works of man, But with high objects, with enduring things — With life and nature — purifying thus 410 The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying, by such discipline, Both...
Seite 168 - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Seite 169 - Mysterious round ! what skill, what force divine, Deep felt, in these appear ! a simple train, Yet so delightful mixed, with such kind 'art, Such beauty and beneficence combined, Shade, unperceived, so softening into shade, And all so forming an harmonious whole, That, as they still succeed, they ravish still.
Seite 173 - Moreover by them is thy servant warned: and in keeping of them there is great reward. Who can understand his errors? cleanse thou me from secret faults. Keep back thy servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me: then shall I be upright, and I shall be innocent from the great transgression.
Seite 167 - FLOWER in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you here, root and all, in my hand, Little flower — but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is.
Seite 140 - The eye it cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Seite 168 - Shoots full perfection through the swelling year; And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks, And oft at dawn, deep noon, or falling eve, By brooks and groves, in hollow-whispering gales. Thy bounty shines in autumn unconfined, And spreads a common feast for all that lives. In winter awful thou ! with clouds and storms Around thee thrown, tempest o'er tempest rolled, Majestic darkness ! On the whirlwind's wing, Riding sublime, thou bid'st the world adore, And humblest nature with thy northern blast.
Seite 168 - Thy .beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy. Then comes Thy glory in the Summer months, With light and heat refulgent. Then Thy sun...
Seite 26 - The babe by its mother Lies bathed in joy, Glide its hours uncounted, The sun is its toy; Shines the peace of all being Without cloud in its eyes, And the sum of the world In soft miniature lies.