The poetic reciter; or, Beauties of the British poets: adapted for reading and recitation, in public and private seminaries. Com piled by H. Marlen1838 |
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Pagina 6
... thee dire disgrace , " When I defy thee to the race . 66 Come , ' tis a match ; nay , no denial ; " I'll lay my shell upon the trial . " ' Twas done , and done - all fair - a bet— Judges prepar'd - and distance set . The scampering Hare ...
... thee dire disgrace , " When I defy thee to the race . 66 Come , ' tis a match ; nay , no denial ; " I'll lay my shell upon the trial . " ' Twas done , and done - all fair - a bet— Judges prepar'd - and distance set . The scampering Hare ...
Pagina 10
... thee thus ; " Be comforted , relief is near , " For all your friends are in the rear . " She next the stately Bull implor'd ; And thus reply'd the mighty lord : " Since every beast alive can tell " That I sincerely wish you well , " I ...
... thee thus ; " Be comforted , relief is near , " For all your friends are in the rear . " She next the stately Bull implor'd ; And thus reply'd the mighty lord : " Since every beast alive can tell " That I sincerely wish you well , " I ...
Pagina 14
... thee , haste ! " the lady cries , Though tempests round us gather , 66 I'll meet the raging of the skies , But not an angry father . " The boat has left a stormy land , A stormy sea before her , - When , oh ! too strong for human hand ...
... thee , haste ! " the lady cries , Though tempests round us gather , 66 I'll meet the raging of the skies , But not an angry father . " The boat has left a stormy land , A stormy sea before her , - When , oh ! too strong for human hand ...
Pagina 33
... besprent . He called his child - no voice replied ; He searched - with terror wild ; Blood ! blood ! he found on every side , But nowhere found the child ! Hell - hound ! by thee my child's devoured ! THE POETIC RECITER . 333.
... besprent . He called his child - no voice replied ; He searched - with terror wild ; Blood ! blood ! he found on every side , But nowhere found the child ! Hell - hound ! by thee my child's devoured ! THE POETIC RECITER . 333.
Pagina 34
... thee low , This heart shall ever rue ! " And now a gallant tomb they raise , With costly sculpture decked ; And marbles , storied with his praise , Poor Gelert's bones protect . Here never could the spearman pass , Or forester , 34 THE ...
... thee low , This heart shall ever rue ! " And now a gallant tomb they raise , With costly sculpture decked ; And marbles , storied with his praise , Poor Gelert's bones protect . Here never could the spearman pass , Or forester , 34 THE ...
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The Poetic Reciter; Or, Beauties of the British Poets: Adapted for Reading ... Henry Marlen Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016 |
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arms behold Belshazzar beneath beneath the sky black crows blessed blest bosom breast breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar clouds cold cried dark dead dear death deep dread dream earth eternal fair fame fate father fear fire flame flowers gazed Gelert glory glow grave Greece hand harp hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hope hour life's light lisp live Lochiel Lochinvar lonely look Lord Lyre Macgregor maid morn mother mourn ne'er Netherby never night numbers o'er pale poor praise pride proud rapture rill round scene seraph shade shore sigh silent sleep smile sorrow soul sound spirit Star of Bethlehem stood storm stream sweet sword tear tempest thee thine thou thought thunder Tis green Tom Long trembling Twas voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 283 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Pagina 274 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Pagina 294 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Pagina 62 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place...
Pagina 285 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood...
Pagina 63 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to Virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt, for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Pagina 283 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Pagina 238 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence how dead! and darkness how profound! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Pagina 238 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Pagina 157 - And e'en the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — What waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share ; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury, and thin mankind ; To see each joy the sons of pleasure know, Extorted from his fellow-creature's woe.