The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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Արդյունքներ 32–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
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... Speak Gently 197 39 Chap . lii . 150 Stanzas 188 39 Chap . lv . 150 Steam , The Song of .. 208 23 Chap . Ixiii . 151 Thanatopsis 157 Job , Chap . xxxviii . 147 The Day is done 205 The Dead Pan 204 Labour 202 The Departed Daughter 185 ...
... Speak Gently 197 39 Chap . lii . 150 Stanzas 188 39 Chap . lv . 150 Steam , The Song of .. 208 23 Chap . Ixiii . 151 Thanatopsis 157 Job , Chap . xxxviii . 147 The Day is done 205 The Dead Pan 204 Labour 202 The Departed Daughter 185 ...
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... speaking , sheathed The good sword by his 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 ...
... speaking , sheathed The good sword by his 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 ...
Էջ 35
... speak- ing men , but among dumb monsters , tumbling and howling . Pa- tiently he waited till the mad south - wester spent itself ; with swift decision he struck in when the favouring east sprang up . Mutiny of men he sternly repressed ...
... speak- ing men , but among dumb monsters , tumbling and howling . Pa- tiently he waited till the mad south - wester spent itself ; with swift decision he struck in when the favouring east sprang up . Mutiny of men he sternly repressed ...
Էջ 54
... Speak , father ! " once again he cried , If I may yet be gone ! And " but the booming shots replied , And fast the flames rolled on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in his waving hair , And look'd from that lone post of death ...
... Speak , father ! " once again he cried , If I may yet be gone ! And " but the booming shots replied , And fast the flames rolled on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in his waving hair , And look'd from that lone post of death ...
Էջ 56
... speak of himself — ' I am a dead man , Hardy ! I am going fast . It will soon be all over with me ! ' Hardy hoped that there was yet a chance of recovery . O no ! it is impossible . I feel something rising in my breast that tells me so ...
... speak of himself — ' I am a dead man , Hardy ! I am going fast . It will soon be all over with me ! ' Hardy hoped that there was yet a chance of recovery . O no ! it is impossible . I feel something rising in my breast that tells me so ...
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...