The pupil's manual of choice reading, arranged by T.B. Smith |
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... Field of ............ 59 61 34 57 16 63 16 ........ The Ages 1 The Bard 26 The Boy who could not lie 50 10 The Curfew Bell 22 12 The Elizabethan Age .. 39 20 The Highlanders and Havelock , 67 The Jews and the Scriptures . 19 The Norman ...
... Field of ............ 59 61 34 57 16 63 16 ........ The Ages 1 The Bard 26 The Boy who could not lie 50 10 The Curfew Bell 22 12 The Elizabethan Age .. 39 20 The Highlanders and Havelock , 67 The Jews and the Scriptures . 19 The Norman ...
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... Fields 223 66 Orient Pearls at Random Hymn before Sunrise in the Vale Strung " 265 of Chamouny 245 of the Seasons 242 Rain in Summer 247 99 L'Allegro May Morning 220 Science , The Poetry of 263 Sea - side Thoughts 251 235 Song of the ...
... Fields 223 66 Orient Pearls at Random Hymn before Sunrise in the Vale Strung " 265 of Chamouny 245 of the Seasons 242 Rain in Summer 247 99 L'Allegro May Morning 220 Science , The Poetry of 263 Sea - side Thoughts 251 235 Song of the ...
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... fields of his toil at night , And who might not see his own hearth - flame In his children's eyes make light . And woe for him whose wakeful soul , - With lone aspirings fill'd , — Would have lived o'er some immortal scroll , While the ...
... fields of his toil at night , And who might not see his own hearth - flame In his children's eyes make light . And woe for him whose wakeful soul , - With lone aspirings fill'd , — Would have lived o'er some immortal scroll , While the ...
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... the uplifting of his brow , Tell where the bolt would strike , and how . * In 1386 , ever memorable for the heroic patriotism of Arnold . But ' twas no sooner thought than done- The field 339 HISTORICAL SELECTIONS . 30 Battle of Sempach.
... the uplifting of his brow , Tell where the bolt would strike , and how . * In 1386 , ever memorable for the heroic patriotism of Arnold . But ' twas no sooner thought than done- The field 339 HISTORICAL SELECTIONS . 30 Battle of Sempach.
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Thomas Buckley Smith. But ' twas no sooner thought than done- The field was in a moment won ! 66 Make way for Liberty ! " he cried ; Then ran with arms extended wide , As if his dearest friend to clasp ; Ten spears he swept within his ...
Thomas Buckley Smith. But ' twas no sooner thought than done- The field was in a moment won ! 66 Make way for Liberty ! " he cried ; Then ran with arms extended wide , As if his dearest friend to clasp ; Ten spears he swept within his ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...