Lippincott's Magazine of Popular Literature and Science - Volume 17, No. 102, June, 1876 by Various
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perhaps, be that of solid matter for study, although in some specialties
there may be default. He who enters with the design of self-education will find the text-books in most branches abundant, wide open before him and printed in the clearest characters. What shortcomings there may have been in the selection and arrangement of them he will have, if he can, himself to remedy. There stands the school, founded and furnished with great labor. The would-be scholar can only be invited to use it. The centennial that is to turn out scholars ready-made has not yet rolled round. DOLORES. A light at her feet and a light at her head, How fast asleep my Dolores lies! Awaken, my love, for to-morrow we wed-- Uplift the lids of thy beautiful eyes. Too soon art thou clad in white, my spouse: Who placed that garland above thy heart Which shall wreathe to-morrow thy bridal brows? How quiet and mute and strange thou art! And hearest thou not my voice that speaks? And feelest thou not my hot tears flow As I kiss thine eyes and thy lips and thy cheeks? Do they not warm thee, my bride of snow? |
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