The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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الصفحة 8
... shine , I hear the music of her banquetings . Again I look and lo ! before the walls Unnumber'd hosts in flaming panoply ; Chariots like fire , -horsemen with flashing arms ! I hear the shouts of battle - like the waves Of a tumultuous ...
... shine , I hear the music of her banquetings . Again I look and lo ! before the walls Unnumber'd hosts in flaming panoply ; Chariots like fire , -horsemen with flashing arms ! I hear the shouts of battle - like the waves Of a tumultuous ...
الصفحة 21
... shine On all her mourner's eyes ; And on her mountains beauteous stand The messengers of peace ; " Salvation by the Lord's right hand ! " They shout and never cease . - MOORE . MODERN CIVILIZATION FOUNDED ON THE ANCIENT . Our present ...
... shine On all her mourner's eyes ; And on her mountains beauteous stand The messengers of peace ; " Salvation by the Lord's right hand ! " They shout and never cease . - MOORE . MODERN CIVILIZATION FOUNDED ON THE ANCIENT . Our present ...
الصفحة 40
... shine on her joyously ! ye breezes , waft her wide ! Our glorious semper eadem ! the banner of our pride ! The fresh'ning breeze of eve unfurled that banner's massy fold- The parting gleam of sunshine kissed that haughty scroll of gold ...
... shine on her joyously ! ye breezes , waft her wide ! Our glorious semper eadem ! the banner of our pride ! The fresh'ning breeze of eve unfurled that banner's massy fold- The parting gleam of sunshine kissed that haughty scroll of gold ...
الصفحة 42
... shine , amidst the ranks of war , And be your Oriflamme to - day the helmet of Navarre . " Hurrah ! the foes are moving . Hark to the mingled din Of fife , and steed , and trump , and drum , and roaring culverin ! The fiery Duke is ...
... shine , amidst the ranks of war , And be your Oriflamme to - day the helmet of Navarre . " Hurrah ! the foes are moving . Hark to the mingled din Of fife , and steed , and trump , and drum , and roaring culverin ! The fiery Duke is ...
الصفحة 78
... shine so brisk , and smell so sweet , And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman , Of guns , and drums , and wounds , ( God save the mark ! ) And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was spermaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it ...
... shine so brisk , and smell so sweet , And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman , Of guns , and drums , and wounds , ( God save the mark ! ) And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was spermaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it ...
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...