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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... cold , and damp , and dead ! He felt young Edmund in his arms , A heavier weight than lead ! The boat sunk down - the murderer sunk , Beneath the avenging stream ; He rose - he shrieked - no human ear Heard William's drowning scream ...
... cold , and damp , and dead ! He felt young Edmund in his arms , A heavier weight than lead ! The boat sunk down - the murderer sunk , Beneath the avenging stream ; He rose - he shrieked - no human ear Heard William's drowning scream ...
Sida 36
... cold turf was our cheerless bed , And o'er the hero's dew - chilled head . The banners flapped incessantly . The loud war - trumpet woke the morn , The quivering drum , the pealing horn , — From rank to rank the cry is borne , " Arouse ...
... cold turf was our cheerless bed , And o'er the hero's dew - chilled head . The banners flapped incessantly . The loud war - trumpet woke the morn , The quivering drum , the pealing horn , — From rank to rank the cry is borne , " Arouse ...
Sida 38
... But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray of the rock - beating surf . And there lay the rider distorted and pale , With 38 THE POETIC RECITER .
... But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray of the rock - beating surf . And there lay the rider distorted and pale , With 38 THE POETIC RECITER .
Sida 45
... cold and wan , For the shadow of death hung o'er him . He spoke of victory , -spoke of cheer : - These are words that are vainly spoken To the childless mother or orphan's ear , Or the widow whose heart is broken . A helmet and sword ...
... cold and wan , For the shadow of death hung o'er him . He spoke of victory , -spoke of cheer : - These are words that are vainly spoken To the childless mother or orphan's ear , Or the widow whose heart is broken . A helmet and sword ...
Sida 47
... Cold and hunger awake not her care ; Through her rags do the winds of the winter blow bleak On her poor withered bosom , half bare , and her cheek Has the deadly pale hue of despair . Yet cheerful and happy ( nor distant the day ...
... Cold and hunger awake not her care ; Through her rags do the winds of the winter blow bleak On her poor withered bosom , half bare , and her cheek Has the deadly pale hue of despair . Yet cheerful and happy ( nor distant the day ...
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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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arms behold Belshazzar beneath beneath the sky black crows blessed blest bosom breast breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar clouds cold cried dark dead dear death deep dread dream earth eternal fair fame fate father fear fire flame flowers gazed Gelert glory glow grave Greece hand harp hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hope hour life's light lisp live Lochiel Lochinvar lonely look Lord Lyre Macgregor maid morn mother mourn ne'er Netherby never night numbers o'er pale poor praise pride proud rapture rill round scene seraph shade shore sigh silent sleep smile sorrow soul sound spirit Star of Bethlehem stood storm stream sweet sword tear tempest thee thine thou thought thunder Tis green Tom Long trembling Twas voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings young youth
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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.