The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
Výsledky 1 - 5 z 42.
Strana xi
... Dead Pan 204 Labour 202 The Departed Daughter 185 ...... Life , the Rule of . 164 The Good Great Man .. 165 a Psalm of 167 22 The Library 194 Light , Address to 189 The Life of God in the Soul of for All 202 Man ..... 154 Locksley Hall ...
... Dead Pan 204 Labour 202 The Departed Daughter 185 ...... Life , the Rule of . 164 The Good Great Man .. 165 a Psalm of 167 22 The Library 194 Light , Address to 189 The Life of God in the Soul of for All 202 Man ..... 154 Locksley Hall ...
Strana 2
... Dead . " See tombs of monarchs to the clouds up - piled- Who perished , but whose eternal tombs remain- And the black precipice , abrupt and wild , Pierced by long toil and hollowed to a fane ; - Huge piers and frowning forms of gods ...
... Dead . " See tombs of monarchs to the clouds up - piled- Who perished , but whose eternal tombs remain- And the black precipice , abrupt and wild , Pierced by long toil and hollowed to a fane ; - Huge piers and frowning forms of gods ...
Strana 6
... dead . The king stood still Till the last echo died ; then throwing off The sackcloth from his brow , and laying back The pall from the still features of his child , He bow'd his head upon him , and broke forth In the resistless ...
... dead . The king stood still Till the last echo died ; then throwing off The sackcloth from his brow , and laying back The pall from the still features of his child , He bow'd his head upon him , and broke forth In the resistless ...
Strana 10
... dead ; And a grim and giant monster stalking fiercely in the van , " Twas a winged beast - more dreadful that it wore the face of man . Next a graceful throng went by me , from a classic region fair , Chiselled features , flowing ...
... dead ; And a grim and giant monster stalking fiercely in the van , " Twas a winged beast - more dreadful that it wore the face of man . Next a graceful throng went by me , from a classic region fair , Chiselled features , flowing ...
Strana 11
... dead- From the noblest fane that glows beneath an oriental sky- Raised to Christian wisdom - bearing now the symbol of a lie . Came the Church in purple glory and a wealth of gems and gold , Steel - clad knights in soldier splendour ...
... dead- From the noblest fane that glows beneath an oriental sky- Raised to Christian wisdom - bearing now the symbol of a lie . Came the Church in purple glory and a wealth of gems and gold , Steel - clad knights in soldier splendour ...
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...