The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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Pagina 5
... shore , His eye upturned , his hand stretched o'er The phosphorescent waves . Deep yawn the ocean's billows wild , Its coral depths disclosed are seen , The lashing surge sinks calm and mild , The mighty waves in walls are piled , And ...
... shore , His eye upturned , his hand stretched o'er The phosphorescent waves . Deep yawn the ocean's billows wild , Its coral depths disclosed are seen , The lashing surge sinks calm and mild , The mighty waves in walls are piled , And ...
Pagina 20
... shore ? That fire from heaven that led thee Now lights that path no more ! Lord , thou didst love Jerusalem ; Once she was all thine own ; Her love thy fairest heritage , Her power thy glory's throne ; Till evil came and blighted Thy ...
... shore ? That fire from heaven that led thee Now lights that path no more ! Lord , thou didst love Jerusalem ; Once she was all thine own ; Her love thy fairest heritage , Her power thy glory's throne ; Till evil came and blighted Thy ...
Pagina 25
... shore , -their labour scarce begun : They shall leave their bones to whiten in the scorching Syrian sun ; But ' tis all in holy Jesus ' name , and not for blood or gold , In the good old times , the brave old times , the merry times of ...
... shore , -their labour scarce begun : They shall leave their bones to whiten in the scorching Syrian sun ; But ' tis all in holy Jesus ' name , and not for blood or gold , In the good old times , the brave old times , the merry times of ...
Pagina 32
... shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune , now's bound - in with shame , With inky blots and rotten parchment - bonds . * Gained in 1314 . SHAKSPEARE . HENRY IV.'s SOLILOQUY ON SLEEP . How many thousand of 32 HISTORICAL ...
... shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune , now's bound - in with shame , With inky blots and rotten parchment - bonds . * Gained in 1314 . SHAKSPEARE . HENRY IV.'s SOLILOQUY ON SLEEP . How many thousand of 32 HISTORICAL ...
Pagina 42
... shore . Joy to the island and the maid , Pope Sextus wept the last Crusade . - BULWER . THE BATTLE OF THE LEAGUE . * The King is come to marshal us , all in his armour drest , And he has bound a snow - white plume upon his gallant crest ...
... shore . Joy to the island and the maid , Pope Sextus wept the last Crusade . - BULWER . THE BATTLE OF THE LEAGUE . * The King is come to marshal us , all in his armour drest , And he has bound a snow - white plume upon his gallant crest ...
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
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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...