Readings from the best authors, ed. by A.H. Bryce, Vydanie 10Archibald Hamilton Bryce 1862 |
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Strana 119
... Persian banners pale . And King Leonidas , among the slumbering band , Sprang foremost from the pass , like the lightning's living brand ; Then double darkness fell , and the forest ceased to moan , But there came a clash of steel , and ...
... Persian banners pale . And King Leonidas , among the slumbering band , Sprang foremost from the pass , like the lightning's living brand ; Then double darkness fell , and the forest ceased to moan , But there came a clash of steel , and ...
Strana 121
... may abide , And scarce regret the region of his birth , When wandering slow by Delphi's sacred side , Or gazing o'er the plains where Greek and Persian died . IX . - ALEXANDER'S FEAST ; OR , THE POWER THE PLAIN OF MARATHON . 121.
... may abide , And scarce regret the region of his birth , When wandering slow by Delphi's sacred side , Or gazing o'er the plains where Greek and Persian died . IX . - ALEXANDER'S FEAST ; OR , THE POWER THE PLAIN OF MARATHON . 121.
Strana 125
... Persian abodes , And glittering temples of their hostile gods ! — The princes applaud with a furious joy ; And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; Thais led the way , To light him to his prey ! And , like another Helen ...
... Persian abodes , And glittering temples of their hostile gods ! — The princes applaud with a furious joy ; And the king seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy ; Thais led the way , To light him to his prey ! And , like another Helen ...
Strana 126
... Persian commander . The dying expression of Bozzaris was , " To die for liberty is a pleasure , not a pain . " Mr. Halleck is an American poet of some note . He was born in Connecticut in 1795 . AT midnight , in his guarded tent , The ...
... Persian commander . The dying expression of Bozzaris was , " To die for liberty is a pleasure , not a pain . " Mr. Halleck is an American poet of some note . He was born in Connecticut in 1795 . AT midnight , in his guarded tent , The ...
Strana 142
... Persian lance , With the red torch of ruin , and Cyrus advance . E'en now shouts of triumph are rending the air , The revels of joy turn to shrieks of despair . Hark ! the din at the gates of the hostile array ! The fierce axe of battle ...
... Persian lance , With the red torch of ruin , and Cyrus advance . E'en now shouts of triumph are rending the air , The revels of joy turn to shrieks of despair . Hark ! the din at the gates of the hostile array ! The fierce axe of battle ...
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Populárne pasáže
Strana 297 - Men at some time are masters of their fates : The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Strana 281 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Strana 85 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Strana 252 - Await alike the inevitable hour : The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Strana 281 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies ; and what's his reason ? I am a Jew...
Strana 166 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee...
Strana 201 - Tis of the wave and not the rock; Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore, Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee...
Strana 238 - 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 mild...
Strana 296 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roared, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy, But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried, "Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
Strana 237 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...