11. The Turks spread gradually over the battlefield below us,
slaughtering as they advanced.—_Forbes._
12. There were many boys in the room by whom that little scene was taken
to heart before they slept.—_Hughes._
13. General Brock, who had risen as usual before day-break, hearing the
cannonading, galloped from Niagara to the scene of action.—_Miss
Machar._
14. In walking one day up the mountain behind Montreal, I leaned over a
paling which enclosed the water reservoir of the city.—_Argyle._
15. Then was committed that fearful crime, memorable for its singular
atrocity, memorable for the tremendous retribution which
followed.—_Macaulay._
16.
She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight.—_Wordsworth._
17.
He that died at Azan gave
This to those who made his grave.—_Arnold._
18.
He sendeth the springs into the valleys,
Which run among the hills.—_Bible._
19.
Thy dress was like the lilies,
And thy heart as pure as they.—_Longfellow._
20.
A pound of that same merchant’s flesh is thine;
The court awards it, and the law doth give it.—_Shakespeare._
21. Happy is the man whose good intentions have borne fruit in deeds and
whose evil thoughts have perished in the blossom.—_Scott._
22. There was one tall Norman knight who rode before the Norman army on
a prancing horse, throwing up his heavy sword and catching it, and
singing of the bravery of his countrymen.—_Dickens._
23. This dashed the spirits of the Iroquois, and they sent a canoe to
call to their aid five hundred of their warriors, who were mustered near
the mouth of the Richelieu.—_Parkman._
24. The parent who sends his son into the world uneducated, defrauds the
community of a useful citizen and bequeaths to it a
nuisance.—_Chancellor Kent._
25. The smoke which hung upon the field rolled in slow and heavy masses
back upon the French lines, and gradually discovered to our view the
entire of the army.—_Lever._
26.
As o’er the verdant waste I guide my steed,
Among the high, rank grass that sweeps his sides,
The hollow beating of his footsteps seems
A sacrilegious sound.—_Bryant._
27.
Scarcely the hot assault was staid,
The terms of truce were scarcely made,
When they could spy, from Branksome’s towers,
The advancing march of martial powers.—_Scott._
28.
I made a footing in the wall,
It was not therefrom to escape,
For I had buried one and all,
Who loved me in a human shape.—_Byron._
29.
So the storm subsides to calm;
They see the green trees wave
On the heights o’erlooking Grève;
Hearts that bled are stanched with balm.—_Browning._
30.
He who from zone to zone
Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight
In the long way that I must tread alone
Will lead my steps aright.—_Bryant._
31. Columbus tried to pacify them with gentle words and promises of
large rewards; but finding that they only increased in clamor, he
assumed a decided tone.—_Irving._
32. Wolfe and the troops with him leaped on shore; the light infantry,
who found themselves borne by the current a little below the intrenched
path, clambered up the steep hill, staying themselves by the roots and
boughs of the maple and spruce and ash trees that covered the
precipitous declivity.—_Bancroft._
33. The boys, who were twelve and ten years old, aided by the soldiers,
whom her words had inspired with some little courage, began to fire from
the loop-holes upon the Iroquois.—_Parkman._
34. She had told Tom, however, that she would like him to put the worms
on the hook for her, although she accepted his word when he assured her
that worms couldn’t feel.—_George Eliot._
35. The beadle, who performed it, had filled his left hand with yellow
ochre, through which, after every stroke, he drew the lash of his whip,
leaving the appearance of a wound upon the skin, but in reality not
hurting him at all.—_Cowper._
36.
On a rock whose haughty brow
Frowns o’er old Conway’s foaming flood,
Robed in the sable garb of woe,
With haggard eyes the Poet stood.—_Gray._
37.
Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day’s occupations
That is known as the Children’s Hour.—_Longfellow._
38.
The gallant youth, who may have gained,
Or seeks, a “Winsome Marrow,”
Was but an infant in the lap
When first I looked on Yarrow.—_Wordsworth._
39.
She told me all her friends had said;
I raged against the public liar;
She talked as if her love were dead,
But in my words were seeds of fire.—_Tennyson._
40.
The dwarf, who feared his master’s eye
Might his foul treachery espy,
Now sought the castle buttery,
Where many a yeoman, bold and free,
Revelled as merrily and well
As those that sat in lordly selle.—_Scott._
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