The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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Side 2
... clouds up - piled- Who perished , but whose eternal tombs remain- And the black precipice , abrupt and wild , Pierced by long toil and hollowed to a fane ; - Huge piers and frowning forms of gods sustain The everlasting arches , dark ...
... clouds up - piled- Who perished , but whose eternal tombs remain- And the black precipice , abrupt and wild , Pierced by long toil and hollowed to a fane ; - Huge piers and frowning forms of gods sustain The everlasting arches , dark ...
Side 5
... cloud has crossed , And Egypt , in its shadow lost , In blind rage gropes along . Near and more near , with sullen roar , Beneath their feet the white surge raves ; The prophet - chief stands on the shore , His eye upturned , his hand ...
... cloud has crossed , And Egypt , in its shadow lost , In blind rage gropes along . Near and more near , with sullen roar , Beneath their feet the white surge raves ; The prophet - chief stands on the shore , His eye upturned , his hand ...
Side 8
... cloud on fiery cloud Thronging unheaped : before me rise the walls Of the Titanic city : brazen gates , Towers , temples , palaces , enormous piled ; Imperial Nineveh , the earthly queen ! In all her golden pomp I see her now ; Her ...
... cloud on fiery cloud Thronging unheaped : before me rise the walls Of the Titanic city : brazen gates , Towers , temples , palaces , enormous piled ; Imperial Nineveh , the earthly queen ! In all her golden pomp I see her now ; Her ...
Side 9
... clouds of woe from o'er thee roll , Thy glory seems replaced . The stir of life is brightening round Thy structures swell upon the eye , And mirth and revelry resound In triumph through the sky . But a stern moral may be read By those ...
... clouds of woe from o'er thee roll , Thy glory seems replaced . The stir of life is brightening round Thy structures swell upon the eye , And mirth and revelry resound In triumph through the sky . But a stern moral may be read By those ...
Side 28
... cloud , Raised by thy breath , has quench'd the orb of day ? To - morrow he repairs the golden flood , And warms the nations with redoubled ray . Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign . Be thine despair ...
... cloud , Raised by thy breath , has quench'd the orb of day ? To - morrow he repairs the golden flood , And warms the nations with redoubled ray . Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign . Be thine despair ...
Almindelige termer og sætninger
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
Populære passager
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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
Side 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!
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...