The poetic reciter; or, Beauties of the British poets: adapted for reading and recitation, in public and private seminaries. Com piled by H. Marlen |
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Sivu 51
Yet calling up a serious look , His hour - glass trembled while he spoke ,“
Neighbour , ” he said , “ farewell ! no more “ Shail Death disturb your mirthful hour
; “ And farther , to avoid all blame “ Of cruelty upon my name , “ To give you time
for ...
Yet calling up a serious look , His hour - glass trembled while he spoke ,“
Neighbour , ” he said , “ farewell ! no more “ Shail Death disturb your mirthful hour
; “ And farther , to avoid all blame “ Of cruelty upon my name , “ To give you time
for ...
Sivu 119
Can Wisdom lend , with all her heavenly power , The pledge of Joy ' s anticipated
hour ? Ah , no ! she darkly sees the fate of manHer dim horizon bounded to a
span ; Or , if she hold an image to the view , ' Tis Nature pictured too severely true
.
Can Wisdom lend , with all her heavenly power , The pledge of Joy ' s anticipated
hour ? Ah , no ! she darkly sees the fate of manHer dim horizon bounded to a
span ; Or , if she hold an image to the view , ' Tis Nature pictured too severely true
.
Sivu 127
... while the lovely babe unconscious lies , Smiles on her slumbering child with
pensive eyes , And weaves a song of melancholy joy“ Sleep , image of thy father ,
sleep , my boy : No lingering hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy
...
... while the lovely babe unconscious lies , Smiles on her slumbering child with
pensive eyes , And weaves a song of melancholy joy“ Sleep , image of thy father ,
sleep , my boy : No lingering hour of sorrow shall be thine ; No sigh that rends thy
...
Sivu 180
Thou only , terrible Ocean , hast a power , A will , a voice , and in thy wrathful
hour , When thou dost lift thine anger to the clouds , A fearful and magnificent
beauty shrouds Thy broad green forehead . If thy waves be driven Backwards
and ...
Thou only , terrible Ocean , hast a power , A will , a voice , and in thy wrathful
hour , When thou dost lift thine anger to the clouds , A fearful and magnificent
beauty shrouds Thy broad green forehead . If thy waves be driven Backwards
and ...
Sivu 229
So passed their life , a clear united stream , By care unruffled ; till , in evil hour ,
The tempest caught them on the tender walk , Heedless how far , and where its
mazes strayed , While , with each other blest , creative love Still bade eternal
Eden ...
So passed their life , a clear united stream , By care unruffled ; till , in evil hour ,
The tempest caught them on the tender walk , Heedless how far , and where its
mazes strayed , While , with each other blest , creative love Still bade eternal
Eden ...
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Sivu 285 - 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.
Sivu 276 - 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...
Sivu 296 - 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...
Sivu 64 - 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...
Sivu 287 - 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...
Sivu 65 - 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.
Sivu 285 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Sivu 240 - 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.
Sivu 240 - 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?
Sivu 159 - 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.
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| Otsikko | The poetic reciter; or, Beauties of the British poets: adapted for reading and recitation, in public and private seminaries. Com piled by H. Marlen |
| Kirjoittaja | Henry Marlen |
| Toimittaja | Henry Marlen |
| Kustantaja | 1838 |
| Alkuperäisteoksen sijainti | Oxfordin yliopisto |
| Digitoitu | 18. lokakuu 2006 |
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