The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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Արդյունքներ 22–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... Twas a winged beast - more dreadful that it wore the face of man . Next a graceful throng went by me , from a classic region fair , Chiselled features , flowing garments , laurel wreaths in golden hair ; And a god and goddess led them ...
... Twas a winged beast - more dreadful that it wore the face of man . Next a graceful throng went by me , from a classic region fair , Chiselled features , flowing garments , laurel wreaths in golden hair ; And a god and goddess led them ...
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... twas heard by him who came From the fields of his toil at night , And who might not see his own hearth - flame In his children's eyes make light . And woe for him whose wakeful soul , - With lone aspirings fill'd , — Would have lived o ...
... twas heard by him who came From the fields of his toil at night , And who might not see his own hearth - flame In his children's eyes make light . And woe for him whose wakeful soul , - With lone aspirings fill'd , — Would have lived o ...
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... of his brow , Tell where the bolt would strike , and how . * In 1386 , ever memorable for the heroic patriotism of Arnold . But ' twas no sooner thought than done- The field 339 HISTORICAL SELECTIONS . 30 Battle of Sempach.
... of his brow , Tell where the bolt would strike , and how . * In 1386 , ever memorable for the heroic patriotism of Arnold . But ' twas no sooner thought than done- The field 339 HISTORICAL SELECTIONS . 30 Battle of Sempach.
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... Twas a long way up to the ceiling dome , And it hung by a rope so fine , That how it would get to its cobweb home , King Bruce could not divine . It soon began to cling and crawl Straight up with strong endeavour , But down it came ...
... Twas a long way up to the ceiling dome , And it hung by a rope so fine , That how it would get to its cobweb home , King Bruce could not divine . It soon began to cling and crawl Straight up with strong endeavour , But down it came ...
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... twas at Bannockburn , * And that time he did not fail . Adapted from ELIZA COOK . RICHARD II.'s MISGOVERNMENT . This rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last , For violent fires do soon burn out themselves . Small showers last long , but ...
... twas at Bannockburn , * And that time he did not fail . Adapted from ELIZA COOK . RICHARD II.'s MISGOVERNMENT . This rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last , For violent fires do soon burn out themselves . Small showers last long , but ...
Common terms and phrases
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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Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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
Էջ 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!
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...