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Sorry, your request cannot be processed at this time. If these thoughts Are a gratuitous emblazonry That mocks the recreant age we live in, then Be Folly and False-seeming free to affect Whatever formal gait of discipline Shall raise them highest in their own esteem— Let them parade among the Schools at will, But spare the House of God. Was ever known The witless shepherd who persists to drive A flock that thirsts not to a pool disliked?
A weight must surely hang on days begun And ended with such mockery.
Be wise, Ye Presidents and Deans, and, till the spirit Of ancient times revive, and youth be trained At home in pious service, to your bells Give seasonable rest, for 'tis a sound Hollow as ever vexed the tranquil air; And your officious doings bring disgrace On the plain steeples of our English Church, Whose worship, 'mid remotest village trees, Suffers for this. Even Science, too, at hand In daily sight of this irreverence, Is smitten thence with an unnatural taint, Loses her just authority, falls beneath Collateral suspicion, else unknown.
This truth escaped me not, and I confess, That having 'mid my native hills given loose To a schoolboy's vision, I had raised a pile Upon the basis of the coming time, That fell in ruins round me. Oh, what joy To see a sanctuary for our country's youth Informed with such a spirit as might be Its own protection; a primeval grove, Where, though the shades with cheerfulness were filled, Nor indigent of songs warbled from crowds In under-coverts, yet the countenance Of the whole place should bear a stamp of awe; A habitation sober and demure For ruminating creatures; a domain For quiet things to wander in; a haunt In which the heron should delight to feed By the shy rivers, and the pelican Upon the cypress spire in lonely thought Might sit and sun himself.
In vain for such solemnity I looked; Mine eyes were crossed by butterflies, ears vexed By chattering popinjays; the inner heart Seemed trivial, and the impresses without Of a too gaudy region. Different sight Those venerable Doctors saw of old, When all who dwelt within these famous walls Led in abstemiousness a studious life; When, in forlorn and naked chambers cooped And crowded, o'er the ponderous books they hung Like caterpillars eating out their way In silence, or with keen devouring noise Not to be tracked or fathered. Princes then At matins froze, and couched at curfew-time, Trained up through piety and zeal to prize Spare diet, patient labour, and plain weeds.
O seat of Arts! Far different service in those homely days The Muses' modest nurslings underwent From their first childhood: But peace to vain regrets! We see but darkly Even when we look behind us, and best things Are not so pure by nature that they needs Must keep to all, as fondly all believe, Their highest promise. If the mariner, When at reluctant distance he hath passed Some tempting island, could but know the ills That must have fallen upon him had he brought His bark to land upon the wished-for shore, Good cause would oft be his to thank the surf Whose white belt scared him thence, or wind that blew Inexorably adverse: I did not love, Judging not ill perhaps, the timid course Of our scholastic studies; could have wished To see the river flow with ampler range And freer pace; but more, far more, I grieved To see displayed among an eager few, Who in the field of contest persevered, Passions unworthy of youth's generous heart And mounting spirit, pitiably repaid, When so disturbed, whatever palms are won.
From these I turned to travel with the shoal Of more unthinking natures, easy minds And pillowy; yet not wanting love that makes The day pass lightly on, when foresight sleeps, And wisdom and the pledges interchanged With our own inner being are forgot. Yet was this deep vacation not given up To utter waste. Hitherto I had stood In my own mind remote from social life, At least from what we commonly so name, Like a lone shepherd on a promontory Who lacking occupation looks far forth Into the boundless sea, and rather makes Than finds what he beholds.
And sure it is, That this first transit from the smooth delights And wild outlandish walks of simple youth To something that resembles an approach Towards human business, to a privileged world Within a world, a midway residence With all its intervenient imagery, Did better suit my visionary mind, Far better, than to have been bolted forth; Thrust out abruptly into Fortune's way Among the conflicts of substantial life; By a more just gradation did lead on To higher things; more naturally matured, For permanent possession, better fruits, Whether of truth or virtue, to ensue.
In serious mood, but oftener, I confess, With playful zest of fancy did we note How could we less? Nor wanted we rich pastime of this kind, Found everywhere, but chiefly in the ring Of the grave Elders, men unsecured, grotesque In character, tricked out like aged trees Which through the lapse of their infirmity Give ready place to any random seed That chooses to be reared upon their trunks.
Here on my view, confronting vividly Those shepherd swains whom I had lately left, Appeared a different aspect of old age; How different! The surfaces of artificial life And manners finely wrought, the delicate race Of colours, lurking, gleaming up and down Through that state arras woven with silk and gold; This wily interchange of snaky hues, Willingly or unwillingly revealed, I neither knew nor cared for; and as such Were wanting here, I took what might be found Of less elaborate fabric. At this day I smile, in many a mountain solitude Conjuring up scenes as obsolete in freaks Of character, in points of wit as broad, As aught by wooden images performed For entertainment of the gaping crowd At wake or fair.
And oftentimes do flit Remembrances before me of old men— Old humourists, who have been long in their graves, And having almost in my mind put off Their human names, have into phantoms passed Of texture midway between life and books. I play the loiterer: Of these and other kindred notices I cannot say what portion is in truth The naked recollection of that time, And what may rather have been called to life By after-meditation. But delight That, in an easy temper lulled asleep, Is still with Innocence its own reward, This was not wanting.
Carelessly I roamed As through a wide museum from whose stores A casual rarity is singled out And has its brief perusal, then gives way To others, all supplanted in their turn; Till 'mid this crowded neighbourhood of things That are by nature most unneighbourly, The head turns round and cannot right itself; And though an aching and a barren sense Of gay confusion still be uppermost, With few wise longings and but little love, Yet to the memory something cleaves at last, Whence profit may be drawn in times to come.
Thus in submissive idleness, my Friend!
The labouring time of autumn, winter, spring, Eight months! We'll have things fixed soon. Facebook Twitter Instagram Youtube. The Prelude William Wordsworth. Jonathan is sure Alex is building something for him. When he finds out Alex is not, he is telling Mom. Alex must find a way to defeat Jonathan's evil deeds. I laughed out loud at times. This story is told in the first person point-of-view which makes is so much more funny because Alex is throwing asides at Alex wants to build a space ship to go to the other side of the galaxy, far far away from little brother Jonathan.
This story is told in the first person point-of-view which makes is so much more funny because Alex is throwing asides at the reader through the whole book. He is my kind of kid. I could place myself in Alex's shoes and feel exactly as he was feeling. I totally enjoyed this book and look forward to reading the rest of the series.
Retrieved 5 May You wouldn't believe all the space ships that were constructed! But there is no knowledge of science required to enjoy this lighthearted look at sibling conflict and the power of children's imaginations. Even his brother Jonathan at the end of the book showed some kid genius traits. A primary issue at the heart of the dispute is the question of whether Verne's works count as science fiction to begin with. The author begins by defining the many ways intelligence or genius is manifested in birds, the difficulties scientists encounter in measuring it, and then goes on to write about some of the incredible things that birds are capable of.
Sep 16, Ryan Miller rated it it was ok. A boy who creates a rocket ship out of cardboard boxes.
I think the book couldn't decide if it was about magical scientific? It's possible to write for a lower-reading-level audience without dumbing down plot. But this book seemed to ask lower readers to accept things that just didn't make sense. Aug 26, Jill Cd rated it liked it Shelves: Cute, funny, and possibly a good read aloud for rd grades. Feb 11, Adrian Dahlquist rated it it was amazing. He is a self proclaimed mastermind who narrates his personal account through his journal of a cardboard genius. Alex has on major problem; his brother.
Six year old Jonathan always seems to make life difficult for Alex. He is always prying and always annoying Alex when he is working on his inventions. However, older brother Alex is smarter and stronger; he has come up with the greatest idea which will solve his major problem. Alex invents and builds Star Jumper, his space ship, which will free him from his annoying little brother.
His plan is to leave planet Earth and discover a new planet, one without Jonathan. I personally loved the character Alex and his little brother Jonathon. Being an older sister I can relate to having a younger sibling and sharing the same feelings that Alex had when I was younger. Also, being a science major, I really enjoyed Star Jumper because it incorporated a lot of information related to science.
I can see how this book would be inspiring to young children who have a knack for inventing and using their imagination. I definitely think I will incorporate Star Jumper into my classroom. I would integrate this book into my science curriculum and into my language arts curriculum. I think that the author does a great job portraying the relationships between siblings in a way that many of his readers can identify with.
The Moon: Earth's Nearest Neighbor (Kid Genius Book 3) - Kindle edition by Matt Fields. Download it once and read it on your Kindle device, PC, phones or. In The Genius of Birds, acclaimed author Jennifer Ackerman explores their So since I liked Bernd Heinrich's Mind of the Raven and his other books on .. The author reminded me of a kid writing a term paper and padding things .. perch on barbed wire fences near minefields, they just have to wait for dinner to explode.
Thus, I hope to use Star Jumper in my classroom some day. Nov 03, Ethan Bierlein rated it really liked it. Journal of a Cardboard genius Author: Another reason I liked this book is because I can completely relate to this book, having a younger brother who can be Book title: Another reason I liked this book is because I can completely relate to this book, having a younger brother who can be quite annoying at times and I wish I could just punch in the face sometimes.
One of my favorite parts is when Alex has made a shrink ray gun, and he accidentally shrinks Jonathan with it. The main reason I liked this part is because it just makes you want to cheer, because Jonathan finally got a taste of his own medicine. Another reason I liked this part is because it showed a bit of a brotherly relationship going on, but not too much at the same time.
My least favorite part of the book is when at the end Alex and Jonathan are "fighting", and Jonathan destroys Alex's spaceship, star jumper. The reason I didn't like this part is because Alex didn't even try to get revenge on his brother afterwards. Instead, he offered to clean up the mess and take Jonathan to the movies. The other reason I didn't like this part is because it showed way to much brotherly love between Jonathan and Alex, who have been bitter rivals pretty much their whole life.
I would recommend this book to people who like the "kid genius", "genre". The reason for this is because Alex has all the traits of a kid genius, he was able to build a rocket from cardboard that actually worked, and many other things. Even his brother Jonathan at the end of the book showed some kid genius traits.
Apr 26, Carissa rated it really liked it Shelves: Jun 24, Sarah Shufelt added it. Self-proclaimed kid-genius Alex despises his younger brother Jonathan. Alex uses his technical skills and random things gathered from around his house to create a spaceship to get away from Jonathan. Alex is successful, but he returns home quickly. He then invents other ways to escape or anger his younger brother. While the sibling rivalry and use of outer space in the book might be appealing to young readers, the book lacks a satisfying end and the continuous sibling bashing is disconcerting.
Fans of the Wimpy Kid series will be drawn to the journal-like format of Star Jumper, but The Wimpy Kid series is better written, more humorous, and shows sibling relationships in a more positive way. Jan 06, Lynda Schmidt rated it liked it Shelves: This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers.
To view it, click here. I know I need to do a much better job at reading books for the emerging reader. I picked this up thinking it was a grade 2, maybe 3 but found some content and vocabulary might be tricky for an average grade 2 reader for sure. I love how creative the main character, Alex, is with all his inventions.
I disliked how mean spirited he is toward his younger brother throughout much of the book. The ending, with Alex heading to a movie to be with a girl crush, felt out of age character for me. I might o I know I need to do a much better job at reading books for the emerging reader. I might offer this more to grade 4. May 09, Jnase1 rated it liked it. Written on a fourth grade reading level, but younger readers would enjoy it, although some scientific terms mentioned throughout like string theory might be even over fourth graders' heads.
Overall, it was enjoyable, but overly embellished in exaggeration of impossible events. Even a cardboard genius can't jump through walls, fly to space, or shrink people with cardboard and everyday household items. However, this story might enc 3. However, this story might encourage kids to use their imagination rather than veg in front of the tv or computer.
Dec 09, Katie rated it it was ok Shelves: A boy uses cardboard and scrap materials to build a star ship to take him away from his bratty younger brother. Very imaginative and occasionally amusing. The depth of hatred the older sibling has for the younger gets old very quickly. Both siblings act very young in the story but the older is apparently at least