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 11
Keen and cold is the blast loudly whistling around : As cold are the lips that once
smiled upon me ; And unyielding , alas ! as this hard frozen ground , The arms
once so ready my shelter to be . Both my parents are dead , and few friends I can
...
Keen and cold is the blast loudly whistling around : As cold are the lips that once
smiled upon me ; And unyielding , alas ! as this hard frozen ground , The arms
once so ready my shelter to be . Both my parents are dead , and few friends I can
...
Sivu 51
... To give you time for preparation , “ And fit you for your future station , “ Three
several warnings you shall have , “ Before you ' re summoned to the grave , “
Willing for once I ' ll quit my prey , “ And grant a kind reprieve ; In hopes you ' ll
have ...
... To give you time for preparation , “ And fit you for your future station , “ Three
several warnings you shall have , “ Before you ' re summoned to the grave , “
Willing for once I ' ll quit my prey , “ And grant a kind reprieve ; In hopes you ' ll
have ...
Sivu 88
Away he ran to find the priest With all his might and main , Who with good
humour instant put The question once again : “ Noah of old three babies had , “
Or grown - up children rather ; " Shem , Ham , and Japhet they were called : “
Now who ...
Away he ran to find the priest With all his might and main , Who with good
humour instant put The question once again : “ Noah of old three babies had , “
Or grown - up children rather ; " Shem , Ham , and Japhet they were called : “
Now who ...
Sivu 108
Seems every nerve for one last effort set : At once by death , death ' s lingering
power to brave , He will not sink , but plunge into the graveExhaust his mighty
soul in one last sigh , And rally all life ' s energies to die ! Unfeared is now that
cord ...
Seems every nerve for one last effort set : At once by death , death ' s lingering
power to brave , He will not sink , but plunge into the graveExhaust his mighty
soul in one last sigh , And rally all life ' s energies to die ! Unfeared is now that
cord ...
Sivu 126
once again he cried , • If I may yet be gone ! “ And ” - - but the booming shots
replied , And fast the flames rolled on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in
his waving hair , And looked from that lone post of death , In still , yet brave
despair .
once again he cried , • If I may yet be gone ! “ And ” - - but the booming shots
replied , And fast the flames rolled on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in
his waving hair , And looked from that lone post of death , In still , yet brave
despair .
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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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