The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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Pàgina 11
... honour's scrolls , Those to whom the world is debtor - shall be debtor while it rolls . Punch . TO A MUMMY . And thou hast walked about ( how strange a story ! ) In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago , When the Memnonium was in ...
... honour's scrolls , Those to whom the world is debtor - shall be debtor while it rolls . Punch . TO A MUMMY . And thou hast walked about ( how strange a story ! ) In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago , When the Memnonium was in ...
Pàgina 26
... honour'd name , Go , call thy sons ; instruct them what a debt They owe their ancestors ; and make them swear To pay it , by transmitting down entire Those sacred rights to which themselves were born . THE BARD . + On a rock , whose ...
... honour'd name , Go , call thy sons ; instruct them what a debt They owe their ancestors ; and make them swear To pay it , by transmitting down entire Those sacred rights to which themselves were born . THE BARD . + On a rock , whose ...
Pàgina 32
... honour to those who try , The spider up there defied despair , He conquered , and why shouldn't I ? " Again King Robert roused his soul ; And history tells the tale , That he tried once more , ' twas at Bannockburn , * And that time he ...
... honour to those who try , The spider up there defied despair , He conquered , and why shouldn't I ? " Again King Robert roused his soul ; And history tells the tale , That he tried once more , ' twas at Bannockburn , * And that time he ...
Pàgina 35
... honours die ? Shall Henry's conquest , Bedford's vigilance , Your deeds of war , and all our council , die ? Oh ! peers of England , shameful is this league ! Fatal this marriage ! cancelling your fame ; Blotting your names from books ...
... honours die ? Shall Henry's conquest , Bedford's vigilance , Your deeds of war , and all our council , die ? Oh ! peers of England , shameful is this league ! Fatal this marriage ! cancelling your fame ; Blotting your names from books ...
Pàgina 37
... honours forth to fame ? Things which a few short years have sear'd And left without a name ! But I ' mid empires prostrate hurl'd , ' Mid all the glories time has rent- Will raise no column , but a world , To stand my monument ! -D ...
... honours forth to fame ? Things which a few short years have sear'd And left without a name ! But I ' mid empires prostrate hurl'd , ' Mid all the glories time has rent- Will raise no column , but a world , To stand my monument ! -D ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...