Exercises in Reading and RecitationJonathan Barber author, 1828 - 251 sidor |
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... Proud ! impute to these the fault , If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where , thro ' the long - drawn aisle , and fretted vault , The pealing anthem swells the note of praise . Can storied urn , or animated bust , Back to ...
... Proud ! impute to these the fault , If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where , thro ' the long - drawn aisle , and fretted vault , The pealing anthem swells the note of praise . Can storied urn , or animated bust , Back to ...
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... Proud Troy they hated , and her guilty race . The troops exulting sat in order round , And beaming fires illumin'd all the ground . As when the Moon , refulgent lamp of night ! O'er heav'ns clear azure spreads her sacred light , When ...
... Proud Troy they hated , and her guilty race . The troops exulting sat in order round , And beaming fires illumin'd all the ground . As when the Moon , refulgent lamp of night ! O'er heav'ns clear azure spreads her sacred light , When ...
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... proud submission , -that dignified obedience , that subordination of the heart , which kept alive , even in servitude itself , the spirit of an exalted freedom . The unbought grace of life , the cheap defence of nations , the nurse of ...
... proud submission , -that dignified obedience , that subordination of the heart , which kept alive , even in servitude itself , the spirit of an exalted freedom . The unbought grace of life , the cheap defence of nations , the nurse of ...
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... proud arch the fires of ruin glow , His blood - dy'd waters murmuring far below ; The storm prevails , the rampart yields away , Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay ! Hark ! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall , A thousand ...
... proud arch the fires of ruin glow , His blood - dy'd waters murmuring far below ; The storm prevails , the rampart yields away , Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay ! Hark ! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall , A thousand ...
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Jonathan Barber. Proud Cumberland prances , insulting the slain , And their hoof - beaten bosoms are trod to the plain ... Proud bird of the mountain , thy plume shall be torn ! Say , rush'd the bold eagle exultingly forth , From his home ...
Jonathan Barber. Proud Cumberland prances , insulting the slain , And their hoof - beaten bosoms are trod to the plain ... Proud bird of the mountain , thy plume shall be torn ! Say , rush'd the bold eagle exultingly forth , From his home ...
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Sida 127 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Sida 50 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Sida 57 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Sida 154 - 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.
Sida 147 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
Sida 143 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Sida 58 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, and monarchs tremble in their capitals ; the oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make their clay creator the vain title take of lord of thee, and arbiter of war,— these are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, they melt into thy yeast of waves — which mar alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Sida 127 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Sida 64 - Having therefore obtained help of God, I continue unto this day, witnessing both to small and great, saying none other things than those which the prophets and Moses did say should come : that Christ should suffer, and that he should be the first that should rise from the dead, and should shew light unto the people, and to the Gentiles.
Sida 148 - tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre; I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas! it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,