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Sida 207
Behold the place , where if a poet Shined in description , he might show it ; Tell
how the moon - beam trembling falls , And tips with silver all the walls ; Palladian
walls , Venetian doors , Grotesco roofs , and stucco floors : But let it ( in a word ) ...
Behold the place , where if a poet Shined in description , he might show it ; Tell
how the moon - beam trembling falls , And tips with silver all the walls ; Palladian
walls , Venetian doors , Grotesco roofs , and stucco floors : But let it ( in a word ) ...
Sida 214
Yes , thou hast faults of heinous size , From which I turn with weeping eyes ; On
these let them that hate Thee dwell : Yet one I spare not , - one I tell , Tell with a
whisper in thine ear ; Oh ! might it wring thy heart with fear ! Oh ! that my weakest
...
Yes , thou hast faults of heinous size , From which I turn with weeping eyes ; On
these let them that hate Thee dwell : Yet one I spare not , - one I tell , Tell with a
whisper in thine ear ; Oh ! might it wring thy heart with fear ! Oh ! that my weakest
...
Sida 248
But soft , my friend - arrest the present moments ; For be assured , they all are
arrant tell - tales ; And though their flight be silent , and their path trackless As the
winged couriers of the air , They post to Heaven , and there record thy folly ...
But soft , my friend - arrest the present moments ; For be assured , they all are
arrant tell - tales ; And though their flight be silent , and their path trackless As the
winged couriers of the air , They post to Heaven , and there record thy folly ...
Sida 267
Tell us , for doubtless thou canst recollect , To whom should we assign the
Sphinx ' s fame ; Was Cheops or Cephrenes architect , Of either pyramid that
bears his name ? Is Pompey ' s Pillar really a misnomer ? Had Thebes a hundred
gates ...
Tell us , for doubtless thou canst recollect , To whom should we assign the
Sphinx ' s fame ; Was Cheops or Cephrenes architect , Of either pyramid that
bears his name ? Is Pompey ' s Pillar really a misnomer ? Had Thebes a hundred
gates ...
Sida 268
Thou couldst develop , if that withered tongue Might tell us what those sightless
orbs have seen , How the world looked when it was fresh and young , And the
great deluge still had left it green ; Or was it then so old , that History ' s pages ...
Thou couldst develop , if that withered tongue Might tell us what those sightless
orbs have seen , How the world looked when it was fresh and young , And the
great deluge still had left it green ; Or was it then so old , that History ' s pages ...
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Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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?
Sida 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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| Titel | The poetic reciter; or, Beauties of the British poets: adapted for reading and recitation, in public and private seminaries. Com piled by H. Marlen |
| Författare | Henry Marlen |
| Redaktör | Henry Marlen |
| Publicerad 18055Illustrerad av | 1838 |
| Original från | Oxford University |
| Digitaliserad | 18 okt 2006 |
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