Anne of Avonlea
| Among the Hiils | Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty Our hard stiff lines of life with her Are flowing curves of beauty |
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| 1 | The Aeneid | A tall, slim girl, “half-past sixteen,” with serious gray eyes and hair which her friends called auburn, had sat down on the broad red sandstone doorstep of a Prince Edward Island farmhouse one ripe afternoon in August, firmly resolved to construe so many lines of Virgil. |
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| 4 | Proverbs 13:24 |
“It won’t do,” said Mr. Harrison,”won’t do at all, Anne. `Spare the rod and spoil the child.’ When I went to school the master whipped me regular every day because he said if I wasn’t in mischief just then I was plotting it.” |
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| 5 | As You Like It | When Anne entered the schoolroom she was confronted by prim rows of “shining morning faces” and bright, inquisitive eyes. |
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| Paradise Lost | The only thing I feel really sure of having accomplished today is that I taught Cliffie Wright that A is A. He never knew it before. Isn’t it something to have started a soul along a path that may end in Shakespeare and Paradise Lost?” |
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| 6 | French Revolution | “Oh, this is a day left over from Eden, isn’t it, Diana?”…and Anne sighed for sheer happiness. “The air has magic in it. Look at the purple in the cup of the harvest valley, Diana. And oh, do smell the dying fir! It’s coming up from that little sunny hollow where Mr. Eben Wright has been cutting fence poles. Bliss is it on such a day to be alive; but to smell dying fir is very heaven. That’s two thirds Wordsworth and one third Anne Shirley.” |
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| 7 | Man is a Fighting Animal | Gilbert had finally made up his mind that he was going to be a doctor. “It’s a splendid profession,” he said enthusiastically. “A fellow has to fight something all through life …didn’t somebody once define man as a fighting animal? …and I want to fight disease and pain and ignorance.” |
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| 8 | Little Dorrit |
Dora had a “prunes and prisms” mouth, Davy’s was all smiles. | ||||
| 11 | Thomas a Becket | Did you know that Thomas a Becket was canonized as a SNAKE? Rose Bell says he was. . .also that William Tyndale WROTE the New Testament. Claude White says a `glacier’ is a man who puts in window frames! |
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| William Tyndale | Did you know that Thomas a Becket was canonized as a SNAKE? Rose Bell says he was. . .also that William Tyndale WROTE the New Testament. Claude White says a `glacier’ is a man who puts in window frames! |
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| 12 | Macbeth |
“Plum puffs won’t minister to a mind diseased,” said Anne disconsolately; but Marilla thought it a good sign that she had recovered sufficiently to adapt a quotation. |
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| Every Morning | “Every morn is a fresh beginning, Every morn is the world made new,” sang Anne, as she dressed. |
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| 13 | Begone, Dull Care! |
‘Begone, dull care!’ Jane, you are thinking of something that went wrong in school yesterday.” |
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| 15 | Hamlet | There the rose of joy bloomed immortal by dale and stream; clouds never darkened the sunny sky; sweet bells never jangled out of tune; and kindred spirits abounded.” |
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| The Land East of the Sun and West of the Moon |
The knowledge of that land’s geography. . . “east o’ the sun, west o’ the moon”. . .is priceless lore, not to be bought in any market place. |
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| For an Autograph | But then, Anne, you know what Lowell says, `Not failure but low aim is crime.’ We must have ideals and try to live up to them, even if we never quite succeed. Life would be a sorry business without them. |
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| 16 | The Builders | ‘In the elder days of art Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part, For the gods see everywhere’ ….last April, Diana and I have taken that verse for our motto too. | ||||
| 18 | El Dorado | “Where is Night?”…”`Over the mountains of the moon, Down the valley of the shadow.’” | ||||
| 20 | And Ye Shall Walk in Silk Attire | On the doorstep were standing Priscilla Grant, golden and fair in silk attire, a short, stout gray-haired lady in a tweed suit, and another lady, tall stately, wonderfully gowned, with a beautiful, highbred face and large, black-lashed violet eyes, whom Anne “instinctively felt,” as she would have said in her earlier days, to be Mrs. Charlotte E. Morgan. | ||||
| 21 | And Ye Shall Walk in Silk Attire |
Lavendar is … so suggestive of sweetness and old-fashioned graces and `silk attire.’ Now, my name just smacks of bread and butter, patchwork and chores.” | ||||
| The Bugle Song | There was moment’s stillness… and then from the woods over the river came a multitude of fairy echoes, sweet, elusive, silvery, as if all the “horns of elfland” were blowing against the sunset. | |||||
| 24 | Jeremiah 8:22 | “I only squealed once,” said Davy proudly. “My garden was all smashed flat,” he continued mournfully, “but so was Dora’s,” he added in a tone which indicated that there was yet balm in Gilead. | ||||
| 25 | Such Stuff as Dreams are Made Of | “Marilla, if I’m not crazy and not asleep she can’t be such stuff as dreams are made of. . .she must be real. Anyway, I’m sure I couldn’t have imagined such a bonnet. She says she is Mr. Harrison’s wife, Marilla.” | ||||
| 28 | Snow-Bound: A Winter Idyll | Under Mr. Irving’s praise Anne’s face “burst flower like into rosy bloom,” and the busy, weary man of the world, looking at her, thought he had never seen a fairer, sweeter slip of girlhood than this little “down east” schoolteacher with her red hair and wonderful eyes. | ||||
| 29 | The Excursion | Perhaps some realization came to her that after all it was better to have, like Anne, “the vision and the faculty divine” … that gift …of looking at life through some transfiguring… or revealing? …medium. | ||||
| 30 | Revelation 21:2 | By noon the rooms were decorated, the table beautifully laid; and upstairs was waiting a bride, “adorned for her husband.” | ||||
| Divided | Paul’s only motive was to make a joyful noise; but as the clangor died away, from point and curve and hill across the river came the chime of “fairy wedding bells,” ringing clearly, sweetly, faintly and more faint, as if Miss Lavendar’s beloved echoes were bidding her greeting and farewell. | |||||






















