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Responsibility for learning belongs to the student, regardless of age
Responsibility for learning belongs to the student, regardless of age
 From his cradle
 He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one,
  Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and read more 
 From his cradle
 He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one,
  Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading;
   Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
    But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer. 
A student never forgets an encouraging private word, when it is given with sincere respect and admiration.
A student never forgets an encouraging private word, when it is given with sincere respect and admiration.
 Strange to the world, he wore a bashful look,
 The fields his study, nature was his book.  
 Strange to the world, he wore a bashful look,
 The fields his study, nature was his book. 
Don't try to fix the students, fix ourselves first. The good teacher makes the poor student good and the good read more
Don't try to fix the students, fix ourselves first. The good teacher makes the poor student good and the good student superior. When our students fail, we, as teachers, too, have failed.
Students now arrive at the university ignorant and cynical about our political heritage, lacking the wherewithal to be either inspired read more
Students now arrive at the university ignorant and cynical about our political heritage, lacking the wherewithal to be either inspired by it or seriously critical of it
 Rocking on a lazy billow
 With roaming eyes,
  Cushioned on a dreamy pillow,
   Thou read more 
 Rocking on a lazy billow
 With roaming eyes,
  Cushioned on a dreamy pillow,
   Thou art now wise.
    Wake the power within thee slumbering,
     Trim the plot that's in thy keeping,
      Thou wilt bless the task when reaping
       Sweet labour's prize. 
 The studious class are their own victims; they are thin and pale, 
their feet are cold, their heads are read more 
 The studious class are their own victims; they are thin and pale, 
their feet are cold, their heads are hot, the night is without 
sleep, the day a fear of interruption,--pallor, squalor, hunger, 
and egotism. If you come near them and see what conceits they 
entertain--they are abstractionists, and spend their days and 
nights in dreaming some dream; in expecting the homage of society 
to some precious scheme built on a truth, but destitute of 
proportion in its presentment, of justness in its application, 
and of all energy of will in the schemer to embody and vitalize 
it. 
 Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame?
 A fitful tongue of leaping flame;
  A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust,
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 Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame?
 A fitful tongue of leaping flame;
  A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust,
   That lifts a pinch of mortal dust;
    A few swift years, and who can show
     Which dust was Bill, and which was Joe?