The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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... Wind in a Frolic .. 126 83 Lord Chancellor Brougham Tit for Tat 125 against Slavery 86 True Eloquence , The Nature of , 85 Lord Chatham , Speech of , against Universal Emancipation 85 the American War 88 Lord William and Edmund 134 ...
... Wind in a Frolic .. 126 83 Lord Chancellor Brougham Tit for Tat 125 against Slavery 86 True Eloquence , The Nature of , 85 Lord Chatham , Speech of , against Universal Emancipation 85 the American War 88 Lord William and Edmund 134 ...
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... Wind 237 The Alps 244 Distance 222 The Beauties of Nature , On a Taste for 209 God the Author of 211 99 The Daisy . ................. 218 39 Hymn of ... 215 The Mill - Stream 249 The Beauty of 222 The Morning Walk . ........ 224 " 9 The ...
... Wind 237 The Alps 244 Distance 222 The Beauties of Nature , On a Taste for 209 God the Author of 211 99 The Daisy . ................. 218 39 Hymn of ... 215 The Mill - Stream 249 The Beauty of 222 The Morning Walk . ........ 224 " 9 The ...
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Thomas Buckley Smith. And in the nights of winter , When the cold north winds blow , And the long howling of the wolves Is heard amidst the snow ; When round the lonely cottage Roars loud the tempest's din , And the good logs of Algidus ...
Thomas Buckley Smith. And in the nights of winter , When the cold north winds blow , And the long howling of the wolves Is heard amidst the snow ; When round the lonely cottage Roars loud the tempest's din , And the good logs of Algidus ...
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... wind whirls away . Silent and waste her bowers , Where once the mighty trode ; And sunk those guilty towers , Where Baal reigned as God . " Go , " said the Lord , " ye conquerors , Steep in her blood your swords , And raze to earth her ...
... wind whirls away . Silent and waste her bowers , Where once the mighty trode ; And sunk those guilty towers , Where Baal reigned as God . " Go , " said the Lord , " ye conquerors , Steep in her blood your swords , And raze to earth her ...
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... winds , Who take the ruffian billows by the top , Curling their monstrous heads , and hanging them With deafening clamours in the slippery clouds , That , with the hurly , death itself awakes ? Canst thou , O partial Sleep ! give thy ...
... winds , Who take the ruffian billows by the top , Curling their monstrous heads , and hanging them With deafening clamours in the slippery clouds , That , with the hurly , death itself awakes ? Canst thou , O partial Sleep ! give thy ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
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
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...