The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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Pàgina xii
... side Thoughts 251 235 Song of the Brook .................. 248 Midnight Scene in Rome Spring 234 233 The Voice of Miscellaneous 99 233 Summer 238 Morning 228 The Melodies of Natural Beauty Enhanced by 29 227 Longings 236 ...... 99 Song ...
... side Thoughts 251 235 Song of the Brook .................. 248 Midnight Scene in Rome Spring 234 233 The Voice of Miscellaneous 99 233 Summer 238 Morning 228 The Melodies of Natural Beauty Enhanced by 29 227 Longings 236 ...... 99 Song ...
Pàgina 3
... scented air . Lo ! to the smiling Arno's classic side The emulous nations of the west repair , And kindle their quenched urns , and drink fresh spirit there . At last the earthquake came - the shock that hurled HISTORICAL SELECTIONS .
... scented air . Lo ! to the smiling Arno's classic side The emulous nations of the west repair , And kindle their quenched urns , and drink fresh spirit there . At last the earthquake came - the shock that hurled HISTORICAL SELECTIONS .
Pàgina 12
... side , And with his harness on his back , Piunged headlong in the tide . No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes in dumb surprise , With parted lips and straining eyes , Stood gazing where he sank ...
... side , And with his harness on his back , Piunged headlong in the tide . No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes in dumb surprise , With parted lips and straining eyes , Stood gazing where he sank ...
Pàgina 18
... side the last drops , ebbing slow From the red gash , fall heavy , one by one , Like the first of a thunder - shower ; and now The arena swims around him he is gone , Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won . He ...
... side the last drops , ebbing slow From the red gash , fall heavy , one by one , Like the first of a thunder - shower ; and now The arena swims around him he is gone , Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won . He ...
Pàgina 29
... side , And the Switzers rush'd from high , With a sudden charge on the flower and pride Of the 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 ...
... side , And the Switzers rush'd from high , With a sudden charge on the flower and pride Of the 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 ...
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...