The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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... The Spirit of .... 227 A Prairie on Fire 261 A Thunder Storm in the Scottish Cataract of Lodore . 257 Highlands 260 Coral Insect , The .................. 254 PAGE 265 to 272 Mountains , The Influence of ... CONTENTS . xi.
... The Spirit of .... 227 A Prairie on Fire 261 A Thunder Storm in the Scottish Cataract of Lodore . 257 Highlands 260 Coral Insect , The .................. 254 PAGE 265 to 272 Mountains , The Influence of ... CONTENTS . xi.
Pagina 23
... so loud these Saxon gleemen Sang to slaves the songs of freemen , That the storm was heard but faintly , Knocking at the castle gates . " Till at length the lays they chaunted Reached the chamber HISTORICAL SELECTIONS . 23.
... so loud these Saxon gleemen Sang to slaves the songs of freemen , That the storm was heard but faintly , Knocking at the castle gates . " Till at length the lays they chaunted Reached the chamber HISTORICAL SELECTIONS . 23.
Pagina 29
... Austrian chivalry ; Like hunters of the deer , They storm'd the narrow dell , And first in the shock , with Uri's spear , Was the arm of William Tell ! There was tumult in the crowded strait , And a HISTORICAL SELECTIONS . 29.
... Austrian chivalry ; Like hunters of the deer , They storm'd the narrow dell , And first in the shock , with Uri's spear , Was the arm of William Tell ! There was tumult in the crowded strait , And a HISTORICAL SELECTIONS . 29.
Pagina 38
... storm the white sea - mew . Then marked they , dashing broad and far , The broken billows of the war ; And plumed crests of chieftains brave , Floating like foam upon the wave ; But nought distinct they see : Wide raged the battle on ...
... storm the white sea - mew . Then marked they , dashing broad and far , The broken billows of the war ; And plumed crests of chieftains brave , Floating like foam upon the wave ; But nought distinct they see : Wide raged the battle on ...
Pagina 42
... storm behind ; Their shrieks are heard above the hurtling roar , By Orkney's rugged strands and Erin's ruthless shore . Joy to the island and the maid , Pope Sextus wept the last Crusade . - BULWER . THE BATTLE OF THE LEAGUE . * The ...
... storm behind ; Their shrieks are heard above the hurtling roar , By Orkney's rugged strands and Erin's ruthless shore . Joy to the island and the maid , Pope Sextus wept the last Crusade . - BULWER . THE BATTLE OF THE LEAGUE . * The ...
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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...