How to read well in public and private, with readings from the best poets1873 |
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Sivu 34
... turned his attention to poetry , and became private secretary to the Duchess of Monmouth . He wrote several plays , of which the most successful was the " Beggar's Opera , " a kind of musical comedy . His principal works are " Trivia ...
... turned his attention to poetry , and became private secretary to the Duchess of Monmouth . He wrote several plays , of which the most successful was the " Beggar's Opera , " a kind of musical comedy . His principal works are " Trivia ...
Sivu 45
... turned a deaf ear to the tearful entreaties of her whom he had chosen to be his wife in time to come , preferring to follow his own inclinations rather than her wishes . Struck by the selfishness of his conduct , he pauses in the desert ...
... turned a deaf ear to the tearful entreaties of her whom he had chosen to be his wife in time to come , preferring to follow his own inclinations rather than her wishes . Struck by the selfishness of his conduct , he pauses in the desert ...
Sivu 50
... turned and broke , half blinded and smarting with wounds , and rode into their supports behind , throwing the entire body into confusion . Seeing this , Henry ordered his whole line to ad- vance , and after a desperate hand - to - hand ...
... turned and broke , half blinded and smarting with wounds , and rode into their supports behind , throwing the entire body into confusion . Seeing this , Henry ordered his whole line to ad- vance , and after a desperate hand - to - hand ...
Sivu 51
... turning to his men , Quoth our brave Henry then : " Though they be one to ten , Be not amazed ; Yet have we well begun , Battles so bravely won Have ever to the sun 66 By fame been raised.5 " And for myself , " quoth he , This my full ...
... turning to his men , Quoth our brave Henry then : " Though they be one to ten , Be not amazed ; Yet have we well begun , Battles so bravely won Have ever to the sun 66 By fame been raised.5 " And for myself , " quoth he , This my full ...
Sivu 89
... turned to gaze on her he loved so well . In the twinkling of an eye she van- ished , and Orpheus returned disconsolate to earth . Shortly after , meeting on the banks of the Thracian river Hebrus a maddened band of Bacchanals , and ...
... turned to gaze on her he loved so well . In the twinkling of an eye she van- ished , and Orpheus returned disconsolate to earth . Shortly after , meeting on the banks of the Thracian river Hebrus a maddened band of Bacchanals , and ...
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Sivu 176 - An hour passed on — the Turk awoke; That bright dream was his last ; He woke — to hear his sentries shriek, " To arms ! they come ! the Greek ! the Greek...
Sivu 177 - They fought like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered; but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won, Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly as to a night's repose— Like flowers at set of sun.
Sivu 159 - 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 ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Sivu 67 - Smoothed up with snow; and, what is land unknown, What water, of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
Sivu 182 - 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.
Sivu 182 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Sivu 179 - Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the Joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys. Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried Joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh: For thou art freedom's now and fame's, One of the few, the immortal names, That...
Sivu 43 - Where the dead and dying lay, Wounded by bayonets, shells, and balls, Somebody's Darling was borne one day — Somebody's Darling, so young and so brave, Wearing yet on his pale, sweet face, Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave, The lingering light of his boyhood's grace.
Sivu 117 - Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ; Ho ! burghers of Saint Genevieve, keep watch and ward to-night.
Sivu 128 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls helter-skelter they pour, And down from the ceiling, and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, And all at once to the Bishop they go.