The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 74 találatból.
2. oldal
... dark earth , where never breath has blown Of heaven's sweet air , nor foot of man dares tread The long and perilous ways - the " Cities of the Dead . " See tombs of monarchs to the clouds up - piled- Who perished , but whose eternal ...
... dark earth , where never breath has blown Of heaven's sweet air , nor foot of man dares tread The long and perilous ways - the " Cities of the Dead . " See tombs of monarchs to the clouds up - piled- Who perished , but whose eternal ...
3. oldal
... darkness of that day to break ; Even its own faithless guardians strove to slake , In fogs of earth , the pure ... dark orgies that were shame to tell , And cowled and barefoot beggars swarmed the way , All in their convent weeds ...
... darkness of that day to break ; Even its own faithless guardians strove to slake , In fogs of earth , the pure ... dark orgies that were shame to tell , And cowled and barefoot beggars swarmed the way , All in their convent weeds ...
6. oldal
... dark pall steadfastly , As if he fear'd the slumberer might stir . A low step startled him ! but the bent form Of David enter'd , and he gave command In a low tone to his few followers , Who left him with the dead . The king stood still ...
... dark pall steadfastly , As if he fear'd the slumberer might stir . A low step startled him ! but the bent form Of David enter'd , and he gave command In a low tone to his few followers , Who left him with the dead . The king stood still ...
7. oldal
... dark sin ! -Oh , I could drink the cup , If from this woe its bitterness had won thee ! - May God have called thee like a wanderer home , My erring Absalom ! " He cover'd up his face , and bow'd himself A moment on his child - then ...
... dark sin ! -Oh , I could drink the cup , If from this woe its bitterness had won thee ! - May God have called thee like a wanderer home , My erring Absalom ! " He cover'd up his face , and bow'd himself A moment on his child - then ...
17. oldal
... darkness hid , Have left a nameless pyramid ; Thy heroes ( though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb ) A mightier monument command- The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The ...
... darkness hid , Have left a nameless pyramid ; Thy heroes ( though the general doom Hath swept the column from their tomb ) A mightier monument command- The mountains of their native land ! There points thy Muse to stranger's eye The ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
arms battle beautiful behold bells blessing blood blood-hounds bosom brave breast breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar Cassius clouds dark dead death deep doth earth England Erin go bragh eternal eyes father fear feel fire flowers gallant Gelert glorious glory grave hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre hills holy honourable human HYDER ALI Inchcape Rock Jehovah king land Lars Porsena light live Lochiel look Lord loud lyre mighty mind morning mountain nations never night noble o'er ocean peace pennon plain prayer proud roar rock rolling Rome round Saint Guthlac Saxon SHAKSPEARE shine shore shout silent Skiddaw sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars stood storm stream sweet sword tears tell tempest thee thine thou thought thousand throne thunder toil Trust truth Twas unto voice waves wild wind
Népszerű szakaszok
166. oldal - 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...
49. oldal - 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.
155. oldal - 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.
156. oldal - 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.
205. oldal - 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
158. oldal - 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!
44. oldal - 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...
147. oldal - 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.
57. oldal - 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.
44. oldal - 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...