The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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Side 4
... 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 the booming drum , The braying of the trumpet ...
... 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 the booming drum , The braying of the trumpet ...
Side 37
... rolling far , The cloud enveloped Scotland's war , As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout , nor minstrel tone , Announced their march ; their tread alone , At times one warning trumpet blown , At times a stifled hum , Told ...
... rolling far , The cloud enveloped Scotland's war , As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout , nor minstrel tone , Announced their march ; their tread alone , At times one warning trumpet blown , At times a stifled hum , Told ...
Side 58
... rolling like the flood When mighty torrents from their channels leap , Rushed through the land the haughty multitude , Billow on endless billow ; on through wood , O'er rugged hill , down sunless , marshy vale , The death - devoted ...
... rolling like the flood When mighty torrents from their channels leap , Rushed through the land the haughty multitude , Billow on endless billow ; on through wood , O'er rugged hill , down sunless , marshy vale , The death - devoted ...
Side 59
... rolling clouds , That from the north in sullen grandeur sail Like floating Alps . Advancing darkness broods Upon the wild horizon , and the woods , Now sinking into brambles , echo shrill , As the gust sweeps them , and those upper ...
... rolling clouds , That from the north in sullen grandeur sail Like floating Alps . Advancing darkness broods Upon the wild horizon , and the woods , Now sinking into brambles , echo shrill , As the gust sweeps them , and those upper ...
Side 61
... rolling on the foe And burning with high hope , shall moulder cold and low . Last noon beheld them full of lusty life , Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay : The midnight brought the signal sound of strife- The morn , the ...
... rolling on the foe And burning with high hope , shall moulder cold and low . Last noon beheld them full of lusty life , Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay : The midnight brought the signal sound of strife- The morn , the ...
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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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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...