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And with unwearied fingers drawing out
The lines of life, from living knowledge hid.
And with unwearied fingers drawing out
The lines of life, from living knowledge hid.
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.
No one who cannot rejoice in the discovery of his own mistakes deserves to be called a scholar
No one who cannot rejoice in the discovery of his own mistakes deserves to be called a scholar
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.
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.
Responsibility for learning belongs to the student, regardless of age
Responsibility for learning belongs to the student, regardless of age
Experience is the best of schoolmasters, only the school-fees are
heavy.
Experience is the best of schoolmasters, only the school-fees are
heavy.
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?
