The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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... proud monastic pile , o'erthrown , Fear - struck , the hooded inmates rushed and fled ; The web , that for a thousand years had grown O'er prostate Europe , in that day of dread Crumbled and fell , - -as fire dissolves the flaxen thread ...
... proud monastic pile , o'erthrown , Fear - struck , the hooded inmates rushed and fled ; The web , that for a thousand years had grown O'er prostate Europe , in that day of dread Crumbled and fell , - -as fire dissolves the flaxen thread ...
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... water laves The high and rugged coral coast ; The sea - bird screams along the waves , And smells afar the timeless graves Of Egypt's once proud host . But Israel's hymn is pealing far To God , that HISTORICAL SELECTIONS . 5 10.
... water laves The high and rugged coral coast ; The sea - bird screams along the waves , And smells afar the timeless graves Of Egypt's once proud host . But Israel's hymn is pealing far To God , that HISTORICAL SELECTIONS . 5 10.
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... proud boy , Absalom ? Cold is thy brow , my son ! -and I am chill , As to my 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 ...
... proud boy , Absalom ? Cold is thy brow , my son ! -and I am chill , As to my 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 ...
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... proud towers made each wanderer glad , Who hailed thy summer chime . Alas for the fond hope and dream , And all that won thy childrens ' trust ! God cursed , and none may now redeem Pale city of the dust ! How the dim visions through ...
... proud towers made each wanderer glad , Who hailed thy summer chime . Alas for the fond hope and dream , And all that won thy childrens ' trust ! God cursed , and none may now redeem Pale city of the dust ! How the dim visions through ...
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... And four ever famous letters borne on high in that array , Told a world that Rome was present - proudly bade the world obey . * B.C . 538 . Whose luxurious pomp succeeds them , who in smiling throng 10 HISTORICAL SELECTIONS .
... And four ever famous letters borne on high in that array , Told a world that Rome was present - proudly bade the world obey . * B.C . 538 . Whose luxurious pomp succeeds them , who in smiling throng 10 HISTORICAL SELECTIONS .
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Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...