The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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... tree , And Salem's shrines were lighted For other gods than thee . Then sank the star of Solyma ; Then passed her glory's day , Like heath that in the wilderness The light wind whirls away . Silent and waste her bowers , Where once the ...
... tree , And Salem's shrines were lighted For other gods than thee . Then sank the star of Solyma ; Then passed her glory's day , Like heath that in the wilderness The light wind whirls away . Silent and waste her bowers , Where once the ...
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... trees , guided only by the stars that shone over the top of the cliff . Half the ascent was already won , when for the first time " Qui Vive ? " broke the silence of the night . " La France , " answered the Highland captain , with ready ...
... trees , guided only by the stars that shone over the top of the cliff . Half the ascent was already won , when for the first time " Qui Vive ? " broke the silence of the night . " La France , " answered the Highland captain , with ready ...
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... tree planted there . Oh ! the mischief in that bold , bright eye ! the mischief in that arm ! For the noble tree is ruined ere he feels the least alarm . Yet no one saw the ruin wrought , and he can soon run away : He may shroud his ...
... tree planted there . Oh ! the mischief in that bold , bright eye ! the mischief in that arm ! For the noble tree is ruined ere he feels the least alarm . Yet no one saw the ruin wrought , and he can soon run away : He may shroud his ...
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... tree , Rise " happy homes , and altars free . " Ye isles , that court the tropic rays , Cluster'd on ocean's sapphire breast ; Ye feathery bowers , ye fairy bays , In more than fable now " the blest : " Waft on each gale your choral ...
... tree , Rise " happy homes , and altars free . " Ye isles , that court the tropic rays , Cluster'd on ocean's sapphire breast ; Ye feathery bowers , ye fairy bays , In more than fable now " the blest : " Waft on each gale your choral ...
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... tree , Alive through all its leaves- The hum of the spreading sycamore That grows before his cottage door , And the swallow's song in the eaves . His arms enclosed a blooming boy , Who listened with tears of sorrow and joy To the ...
... tree , Alive through all its leaves- The hum of the spreading sycamore That grows before his cottage door , And the swallow's song in the eaves . His arms enclosed a blooming boy , Who listened with tears of sorrow and joy To the ...
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...