The Advanced ReaderT. Nelson and Sons, 1866 - Всего страниц: 400 |
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... Rome , they drew their best troops , and also the means of supporting the great armies which they had to keep in the field . Although the Carthaginians penetrated into the interior of the peninsula , their settlements were chiefly on ...
... Rome , they drew their best troops , and also the means of supporting the great armies which they had to keep in the field . Although the Carthaginians penetrated into the interior of the peninsula , their settlements were chiefly on ...
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... Rome . It is as if you looked out on Stone- henge from London , or as if the Colosseum stood far away in the depths of the Campagna . Cairo is not the ghost of the dead Egyptian empire , ' nor anything like it . Cairo itself leaves a ...
... Rome . It is as if you looked out on Stone- henge from London , or as if the Colosseum stood far away in the depths of the Campagna . Cairo is not the ghost of the dead Egyptian empire , ' nor anything like it . Cairo itself leaves a ...
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... Rome ! The day of freedom dawns ; rise , Israel , from thy tomb ! " Temple of beauty ! long that day is done ; He saw the cloud on Sion's glory lour . Thy ark is dust ; thy golden cherubim In the fierce triumphs of the foe are gone ...
... Rome ! The day of freedom dawns ; rise , Israel , from thy tomb ! " Temple of beauty ! long that day is done ; He saw the cloud on Sion's glory lour . Thy ark is dust ; thy golden cherubim In the fierce triumphs of the foe are gone ...
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... Rome are fast mouldering to ruin in this land - temples , palaces , tombs , fortresses , are all shattered , or prostrate in the dust ; but the simple , massive houses of the Rephaim are in many cases perfect as if only completed ...
... Rome are fast mouldering to ruin in this land - temples , palaces , tombs , fortresses , are all shattered , or prostrate in the dust ; but the simple , massive houses of the Rephaim are in many cases perfect as if only completed ...
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... Rome , and to that age may be attributed most of its splendid monuments . When the Emperor Valerian was conquered and captured by the Persians , his unworthy son left him in the hands of the conquerors ; but Odeinathus , a citizen of ...
... Rome , and to that age may be attributed most of its splendid monuments . When the Emperor Valerian was conquered and captured by the Persians , his unworthy son left him in the hands of the conquerors ; but Odeinathus , a citizen of ...
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Стр. 47 - ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door — Only this, and nothing more.
Стр. 328 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more : Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing- so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears. Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Стр. 48 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he ; not...
Стр. 317 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Стр. 121 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Стр. 48 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Стр. 240 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Стр. 95 - Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres!
Стр. 121 - Nature's soft nurse, how have I flighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody?
Стр. 399 - There is a tide in the affairs of men Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.