The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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... star of love , - Struggled , the darkness of that day to break ; Even its own faithless guardians strove to slake , In fogs of earth , the pure immortal flame ; And priestly hands for Jesus ' blessed sake , Were red with blood ; and ...
... star of love , - Struggled , the darkness of that day to break ; Even its own faithless guardians strove to slake , In fogs of earth , the pure immortal flame ; And priestly hands for Jesus ' blessed sake , Were red with blood ; and ...
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... star , Portending Israel's doom . Hark ! to the rolling of the chariot - wheel , And the neighing of the war - horse in his ire , And the fearful straining of his hoof of steel , Spurning the mountain - flint that flashes fire . Hark to ...
... star , Portending Israel's doom . Hark ! to the rolling of the chariot - wheel , And the neighing of the war - horse in his ire , And the fearful straining of his hoof of steel , Spurning the mountain - flint that flashes fire . Hark to ...
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... stars on the sea , When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee . Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green , That host with their banners at sunset were seen ; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown , That ...
... stars on the sea , When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee . Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green , That host with their banners at sunset were seen ; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown , That ...
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... star by star expire , And up the steep barbarian monarchs ride , Where the car climbed the Capitol ; far and wide Temple and tower went down , nor left a site : Chaos of ruins ! who shall trace the void , O'er the dim fragments cast a ...
... star by star expire , And up the steep barbarian monarchs ride , Where the car climbed the Capitol ; far and wide Temple and tower went down , nor left a site : Chaos of ruins ! who shall trace the void , O'er the dim fragments cast a ...
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... stars their map , And knowledge spreads them on her ample lap ; But Rome is as the desert , where we steer Stumbling o'er recollections ; now we clap Our hands and cry , " Eureka ! " it is clear- When but some false mirage of ruin rises ...
... stars their map , And knowledge spreads them on her ample lap ; But Rome is as the desert , where we steer Stumbling o'er recollections ; now we clap Our hands and cry , " Eureka ! " it is clear- When but some false mirage of ruin rises ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...