The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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... Gelert 138 Britain , Right Policy of 93 Napoleon's Threatened Invasion British Freedom 117 of England .... 92 Brutus and Cassius . 74 National Characteristics of the Burial of an Indian Chief 118 English 115 Noble Revenge , The Indian's ...
... Gelert 138 Britain , Right Policy of 93 Napoleon's Threatened Invasion British Freedom 117 of England .... 92 Brutus and Cassius . 74 National Characteristics of the Burial of an Indian Chief 118 English 115 Noble Revenge , The Indian's ...
الصفحة 117
... institution of Railroads . MEN OF ENGLAND . Men of England ! who inherit NARRATIVE PIECES , ETC. 117 Milton's Sublime Prayer for Country 112 Beth-Gelert 138 Britain, Right Policy 93 Napoleon's Threatened Invasion British Freedom.
... institution of Railroads . MEN OF ENGLAND . Men of England ! who inherit NARRATIVE PIECES , ETC. 117 Milton's Sublime Prayer for Country 112 Beth-Gelert 138 Britain, Right Policy 93 Napoleon's Threatened Invasion British Freedom.
الصفحة 137
... the anger of the be Of the bells- Of the bells , bells , bells , bells , Bells , bells , bells- In the clamour and the clangour of the bells ! -EDG BETH - GELERT . The spearmen heard the bugle sound NARRATIVE PIECES , ETC. 137.
... the anger of the be Of the bells- Of the bells , bells , bells , bells , Bells , bells , bells- In the clamour and the clangour of the bells ! -EDG BETH - GELERT . The spearmen heard the bugle sound NARRATIVE PIECES , ETC. 137.
الصفحة 138
... Gelert roam ? The flower of all his race ; So true , so brave ; a lamb at home , A lion in the chace ! " Only at the Welsh prince's board The faithful Gelert fed ; He watched , he served , he cheered his lord , And sentineled his bed ...
... Gelert roam ? The flower of all his race ; So true , so brave ; a lamb at home , A lion in the chace ! " Only at the Welsh prince's board The faithful Gelert fed ; He watched , he served , he cheered his lord , And sentineled his bed ...
الصفحة 139
... Gelert's side . Aroused by Gelert's dying yell , Some slumberer wakened nigh- What words the parent's joy can tell , To hear his infant cry . No wound had he , nor harm , nor dread ; But , the same couch beneath , Lay a great wolf , all ...
... Gelert's side . Aroused by Gelert's dying yell , Some slumberer wakened nigh- What words the parent's joy can tell , To hear his infant cry . No wound had he , nor harm , nor dread ; But , the same couch beneath , Lay a great wolf , all ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...