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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Sida 86
I thought of the friends , who had roamed with me there , When the sky was so
blue , and the flowers were so fair ,All scattered ! - all sundered by mountain and
wave , And some in the silent embrace of the grave ! I thought of the green banks
...
I thought of the friends , who had roamed with me there , When the sky was so
blue , and the flowers were so fair ,All scattered ! - all sundered by mountain and
wave , And some in the silent embrace of the grave ! I thought of the green banks
...
Sida 91
O endless thought ! divine Eternity ! The immortal soul shares but a part of thee !
For thou wert present when our life began , When the warm dust shot up in
breathing man . Ah ! what is life ? with ills encompassed round , Amidst our
hopes ...
O endless thought ! divine Eternity ! The immortal soul shares but a part of thee !
For thou wert present when our life began , When the warm dust shot up in
breathing man . Ah ! what is life ? with ills encompassed round , Amidst our
hopes ...
Sida 109
No soothing thoughts arise of duties done , Of trophied conquests for his country
won ; And he , whose sculptured form gave deathless fame To Ctesilas ; he dies -
without a name ! Haply , to grace some Cæsar ' s pageant pride , The hero ...
No soothing thoughts arise of duties done , Of trophied conquests for his country
won ; And he , whose sculptured form gave deathless fame To Ctesilas ; he dies -
without a name ! Haply , to grace some Cæsar ' s pageant pride , The hero ...
Sida 134
With monstrous throes an earthquake heaved the ground , The rocks were rent ,
the mountains trembled round ; Never since Nature into being came , Had such
mysterious motion shook her frame ; We thought , ingulfed in floods , or wrapt in ...
With monstrous throes an earthquake heaved the ground , The rocks were rent ,
the mountains trembled round ; Never since Nature into being came , Had such
mysterious motion shook her frame ; We thought , ingulfed in floods , or wrapt in ...
Sida 171
... who lives thy tears to see , Embitters all thy woes , by naming me . The
thoughts of glory past , and present shame , A thousand griefs shall waken at the
name ! May I lie cold before that dreadful day , Pressed THE POETIC RECITER .
171.
... who lives thy tears to see , Embitters all thy woes , by naming me . The
thoughts of glory past , and present shame , A thousand griefs shall waken at the
name ! May I lie cold before that dreadful day , Pressed THE POETIC RECITER .
171.
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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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