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 59
The thunder bursts ! the lightning falls ! The casement rattles with the rain ! And ,
as the gusty tempest bawls , The little cottage quakes again ! - She does not
weep ; she does not sigh ; But gazes on her infant dearA smile lights up the
cherub ' s ...
The thunder bursts ! the lightning falls ! The casement rattles with the rain ! And ,
as the gusty tempest bawls , The little cottage quakes again ! - She does not
weep ; she does not sigh ; But gazes on her infant dearA smile lights up the
cherub ' s ...
Sivu 81
Then with weak arms her weeping babes caressed , And , sighing , hid them in
her blood - stained vest . From tent to tent the impatient warrior flies , Fear in his
heart , and frenzy in his eyes ; Eliza ' s name along the camp he calls , Eliza ...
Then with weak arms her weeping babes caressed , And , sighing , hid them in
her blood - stained vest . From tent to tent the impatient warrior flies , Fear in his
heart , and frenzy in his eyes ; Eliza ' s name along the camp he calls , Eliza ...
Sivu 286
0 , now you weep ; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious
drops . " Kind souls ; what ! weep you when you but behold Our Cæsar ' s vesture
wounded ? - look yoù here ! Here is himself , marred , as you see , by traitors .
0 , now you weep ; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious
drops . " Kind souls ; what ! weep you when you but behold Our Cæsar ' s vesture
wounded ? - look yoù here ! Here is himself , marred , as you see , by traitors .
Sivu 287
Weep , Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh weep ! but thy tears cannot number
the dead : For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave , Cullodeu ! that reeks
with the blood of the brave . Lochiel . Go , preach to the coward , thou THE ...
Weep , Albin ! to death and captivity led ! Oh weep ! but thy tears cannot number
the dead : For a merciless sword on Culloden shall wave , Cullodeu ! that reeks
with the blood of the brave . Lochiel . Go , preach to the coward , thou THE ...
Sivu 292
Her husband , too , was there , And brothers , and they wept ; her sisters , too ,
Did weep and sorrow , comfortless ; and I , Too , wept , though not to weeping
given ; and all Within the house was dolorous and sad . This I remember well ;
but ...
Her husband , too , was there , And brothers , and they wept ; her sisters , too ,
Did weep and sorrow , comfortless ; and I , Too , wept , though not to weeping
given ; and all Within the house was dolorous and sad . This I remember well ;
but ...
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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 |
| Vie sitaatti | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |