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 78
Down by yon hazel copse , at evening , blazed The gipsy ' s fagot - - there we
stood and gazed ; Gazed on her sun - burnt face with silent awe , Her tattered
mantle , and her hood of straw ; Her moving lips , her caldron brimming o ' er ;
The ...
Down by yon hazel copse , at evening , blazed The gipsy ' s fagot - - there we
stood and gazed ; Gazed on her sun - burnt face with silent awe , Her tattered
mantle , and her hood of straw ; Her moving lips , her caldron brimming o ' er ;
The ...
Sivu 125
The boy stood on the burning deck , Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit
the battle ' s wreck , Shone round him o ' er the dead . Yet beautiful and bright he
stood , As born to. * Young Casabianca , a boy about thirteen years old , son to ...
The boy stood on the burning deck , Whence all but he had fled ; The flame that lit
the battle ' s wreck , Shone round him o ' er the dead . Yet beautiful and bright he
stood , As born to. * Young Casabianca , a boy about thirteen years old , son to ...
Sivu 148
Ay , that was M ' Nab , in the height of his pride , “ When the lions of Dochart stood
firm by his side . “ This night the proud chief his presumption shall rue ; “ Rise ,
brother , these chinks in his heart - blood will glue : “ Thy fantasies frightful shall ...
Ay , that was M ' Nab , in the height of his pride , “ When the lions of Dochart stood
firm by his side . “ This night the proud chief his presumption shall rue ; “ Rise ,
brother , these chinks in his heart - blood will glue : “ Thy fantasies frightful shall ...
Sivu 169
... her second joy , The young Astyanax , the hope of Troy : Pensive she stood on
Ilion ' s towery height , Beheld the war , and sickened at the sight ; There her sad
eyes in vain her lord explore , Or weep the wounds her bleeding country bore .
... her second joy , The young Astyanax , the hope of Troy : Pensive she stood on
Ilion ' s towery height , Beheld the war , and sickened at the sight ; There her sad
eyes in vain her lord explore , Or weep the wounds her bleeding country bore .
Sivu 229
But who can paint the lover as he stood , Pierced by severe amazement , hating
life , Speechless , and fixed in all the death of woe ? So , faint resemblance on
the marble tomb , The well - dissembled mourner stooping stands , For ever silent
...
But who can paint the lover as he stood , Pierced by severe amazement , hating
life , Speechless , and fixed in all the death of woe ? So , faint resemblance on
the marble tomb , The well - dissembled mourner stooping stands , For ever silent
...
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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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