The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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Pagina 1
... live The slave of his own passions ; he whose eye Unwinds the eternal dances of the sky , And in the abyss of brightness dare to span The sun's broad circle , rising yet more high , In God's magnificent works his will shall scan- And ...
... live The slave of his own passions ; he whose eye Unwinds the eternal dances of the sky , And in the abyss of brightness dare to span The sun's broad circle , rising yet more high , In God's magnificent works his will shall scan- And ...
Pagina 25
... live at large like princes all , as merry as the day ; For the roads are only few and bad , just fit for robbers bold In the good old times , the brave old times , the merry times of old . O'er the marshy lands the fever broods , the ...
... live at large like princes all , as merry as the day ; For the roads are only few and bad , just fit for robbers bold In the good old times , the brave old times , the merry times of old . O'er the marshy lands the fever broods , the ...
Pagina 51
... live or die . " Your Queen is in the dungeon ; your King is in his gore ; On Paris waves the flag of death , the fiery Tricolor ; Your nobles in their ancient halls are hunted down and slain ; In convent cells and holy shrines the blood ...
... live or die . " Your Queen is in the dungeon ; your King is in his gore ; On Paris waves the flag of death , the fiery Tricolor ; Your nobles in their ancient halls are hunted down and slain ; In convent cells and holy shrines the blood ...
Pagina 52
... live ! —with her to die ! " He said , and on the rampart - heights array'd His trusty warriors , few , but undismay'd ; Firm - paced and slow , a horrid front they form , Still as the breeze , but dreadful as the storm ; Low , murm'ring ...
... live ! —with her to die ! " He said , and on the rampart - heights array'd His trusty warriors , few , but undismay'd ; Firm - paced and slow , a horrid front they form , Still as the breeze , but dreadful as the storm ; Low , murm'ring ...
Pagina 71
... live - long day with patient expectation , To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome ; And when you saw his chariot but appear , Have you not made an universal shout , That Tyber trembled underneath his banks To hear the replication ...
... live - long day with patient expectation , To see great Pompey pass the streets of Rome ; And when you saw his chariot but appear , Have you not made an universal shout , That Tyber trembled underneath his banks To hear the replication ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
arms battle beautiful behold bells birds blessing blood blood-hounds bosom brave breast breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar calm Cassius clouds Cromwell Culdees dark dead death deep doth earth England Erin go bragh eternal eyes Father feel fire flame flowers Gelert glorious glory grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre hills holy honour hour human HYDER ALI Inchcape Rock Jehovah king land Lars Porsena light living Lochiel look Lord loud lyre mighty mind morning mountains nature never night noble o'er ocean peace plain proud rise roar rock roll round RUFUS DAWES Saxon SHAKSPEARE shine shore silent sleep smile song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stars stood storm stream sublime sweet tempest thee thine thou thought thousand throne thunder toil truth Twas voice waters waves wild wind wings
Pasaje populare
Pagina 166 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses ; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me and from my friends be such frigid philosophy, as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the...
Pagina 49 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Pagina 155 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Pagina 156 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Pagina 205 - When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Pagina 158 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior! In happy homes he saw the light Of household fires gleam warm and bright; Above, the spectral glaciers shone, And from his lips escaped a groan, Excelsior! "Try not the Pass!
Pagina 44 - Cameron's gathering" rose, The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard,— and heard, too, have her Saxon foes; How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their...
Pagina 147 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Pagina 57 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pagina 44 - As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before! Arm! Arm! it is — it is — the cannon's opening roar! Within a window'd niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain; he did hear That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear...