The Standard authors reader, arranged and annotated by the editor of 'Poetry for the young'. Standard iii, v-vii |
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... battles to the Turkish hordes , And shed the blood of Scio's vine ! Hark ! rising to the ignoble call , How answers each bold Bacchanal ! You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet- Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons , why ...
... battles to the Turkish hordes , And shed the blood of Scio's vine ! Hark ! rising to the ignoble call , How answers each bold Bacchanal ! You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet- Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons , why ...
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... battle . The procession is accompanied by any one who chooses , whether citizen or stranger , and the female relations of the deceased are present at the place of interment and make lamentation . The public sepulchre is situated in the ...
... battle . The procession is accompanied by any one who chooses , whether citizen or stranger , and the female relations of the deceased are present at the place of interment and make lamentation . The public sepulchre is situated in the ...
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... be given at their burial to the Idead who have fallen on the field of battle . But I should have preferred that , when men's deeds have been brave , they ATHENS should be honoured in deed only , and with such. FUNERAL ORATION . 75.
... be given at their burial to the Idead who have fallen on the field of battle . But I should have preferred that , when men's deeds have been brave , they ATHENS should be honoured in deed only , and with such. FUNERAL ORATION . 75.
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... less secure ; more than once it had been the field of battle to contending parties ; and in the year 1010 there was a fierce persecution of the Christians by Hakim , the fanatic Sultan of Egypt . The Church 104 THE CRUSADES .
... less secure ; more than once it had been the field of battle to contending parties ; and in the year 1010 there was a fierce persecution of the Christians by Hakim , the fanatic Sultan of Egypt . The Church 104 THE CRUSADES .
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... battle . There was no passion which he left unstirred . ' The wealth of your enemies shall be yours ; ye shall plunder their treasures . Ye serve a commander who will not permit his soldiers to want bread , or a just reward for their ...
... battle . There was no passion which he left unstirred . ' The wealth of your enemies shall be yours ; ye shall plunder their treasures . Ye serve a commander who will not permit his soldiers to want bread , or a just reward for their ...
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Страница 167 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Страница 273 - It doth appear you are a worthy judge : You know the law ; your exposition Hath been most sound : I charge you by the law, Whereof you are a well-deserving pillar, Proceed to judgment. By my soul I swear, There is no power in the tongue of man To alter me.
Страница 7 - Since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or hear'st thou rather, pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Страница 14 - I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone, And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the Stars reel and swim, When the Whirlwinds my banner unfurl From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof; The mountains its columns be.
Страница 11 - I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers "From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Страница 296 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Страница 256 - THIS is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms ; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah ! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the death-angel touches those swift keys ! What loud lament and dismal Miserere Will mingle with their awful symphonies...
Страница 166 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Страница 11 - I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Страница 17 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...