The poetic reciter; or, Beauties of the British poets: adapted for reading and recitation, in public and private seminaries. Com piled by H. Marlen1838 |
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... behold a drowning fly ! Its little feet how vainly does it ply ! Its cries I understand not , yet it cries , And tender hearts can feel its agonies ; Poor helpless victim ! And will no one save ? Will no one snatch thee from the threat ...
... behold a drowning fly ! Its little feet how vainly does it ply ! Its cries I understand not , yet it cries , And tender hearts can feel its agonies ; Poor helpless victim ! And will no one save ? Will no one snatch thee from the threat ...
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... behold ! Even close to the feet of poor Mary it rolled ; - She fell and expected to die ! --- " Plague the hat ! " he exclaims , " Nay , come on , and fast hide " The dead body , " his comrade replies . She beholds them in safety pass ...
... behold ! Even close to the feet of poor Mary it rolled ; - She fell and expected to die ! --- " Plague the hat ! " he exclaims , " Nay , come on , and fast hide " The dead body , " his comrade replies . She beholds them in safety pass ...
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... Behold the market - place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread : He feeds yon almshouse , neat , but void of state , Where age and want sit smiling at the gate : Him portioned maids , apprenticed orphans blest ...
... Behold the market - place with poor o'erspread ! The Man of Ross divides the weekly bread : He feeds yon almshouse , neat , but void of state , Where age and want sit smiling at the gate : Him portioned maids , apprenticed orphans blest ...
Sida 57
... behold , ) Bedropt with azure , jet , and gold , Wide he displays ; the spangled dew Reflects his eyes , and various hue . His now - forgotten friend , a snail , Beneath his house , with slimy trail , Crawls o'er the grass ; whom , when ...
... behold , ) Bedropt with azure , jet , and gold , Wide he displays ; the spangled dew Reflects his eyes , and various hue . His now - forgotten friend , a snail , Beneath his house , with slimy trail , Crawls o'er the grass ; whom , when ...
Sida 62
... Behold the busy negro race , - " See millions blacken all the place ! " Fear not ; like me , with freedom eat ; " An ant is most delightful meat . " How blessed , how envied , were our life , " Could we but ' scape the poulterer's knife ...
... Behold the busy negro race , - " See millions blacken all the place ! " Fear not ; like me , with freedom eat ; " An ant is most delightful meat . " How blessed , how envied , were our life , " Could we but ' scape the poulterer's knife ...
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The Poetic Reciter; Or, Beauties of the British Poets: Adapted for Reading ... Henry Marlen Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2016 |
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Sida 283 - 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.
Sida 274 - 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...
Sida 294 - 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...
Sida 62 - 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 285 - 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...
Sida 63 - 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.
Sida 283 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Sida 238 - 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.
Sida 238 - 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?
Sida 157 - 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.