The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 32.
Strana 3
... bosom came , Far over many a land and age has shone , And mingles with the light that beams from God's own throne . And Rome - thy sterner , younger sister she Who awed the world with her imperial frown- Rome drew the spirit of her race ...
... bosom came , Far over many a land and age has shone , And mingles with the light that beams from God's own throne . And Rome - thy sterner , younger sister she Who awed the world with her imperial frown- Rome drew the spirit of her race ...
Strana 6
... bosom I have tried to press thee- How was I wont to feel my pulse's thrill , Like a rich harp - string , yearning to caress thee ! And hear thy sweet my Father ' from these dumb And cold lips , Absalom ! And oh , when I am stricken ...
... bosom I have tried to press thee- How was I wont to feel my pulse's thrill , Like a rich harp - string , yearning to caress thee ! And hear thy sweet my Father ' from these dumb And cold lips , Absalom ! And oh , when I am stricken ...
Strana 36
... bosom of the deep , She gaily lifts her summer charms , As if at last she long'd to leap From dark oblivion's arms . What forms , what lovely scenes may rise Secluded from thy flowery breast ; Pure is thy sea , and calm thy sky , Thou ...
... bosom of the deep , She gaily lifts her summer charms , As if at last she long'd to leap From dark oblivion's arms . What forms , what lovely scenes may rise Secluded from thy flowery breast ; Pure is thy sea , and calm thy sky , Thou ...
Strana 38
... bosom on the spear , And flung the feeble targe aside , And with both hands the broad - sword plied : " Twas vain - But Fortune , on the right , With fickle smile cheered Scotland's fight , Then fell that spotless banner white , - The ...
... bosom on the spear , And flung the feeble targe aside , And with both hands the broad - sword plied : " Twas vain - But Fortune , on the right , With fickle smile cheered Scotland's fight , Then fell that spotless banner white , - The ...
Strana 84
... bosom remains , Shall victor exult , or in death be laid low , With his back to the field , and his feet to the foe ! And leaving in battle no blot on his name , Look proudly to Heaven from his death - bed of fame . CAMPBELL . THE ...
... bosom remains , Shall victor exult , or in death be laid low , With his back to the field , and his feet to the foe ! And leaving in battle no blot on his name , Look proudly to Heaven from his death - bed of fame . CAMPBELL . THE ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
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
Populárne pasáže
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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
Strana 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!
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...