The English elocutionist, a collection of the finest passages of poetry and eloquence, by C. Hartley1872 |
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... look on Marathon- And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone , I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persian's grave , I could not deem myself a slave . B A king sate on the rocky brow Which ...
... look on Marathon- And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone , I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persian's grave , I could not deem myself a slave . B A king sate on the rocky brow Which ...
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Charles Hartley. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea - born Salamis ; And ships , by thousands , lay below , And men in nations ; -all were his ! He counted them at break of day- And when the sun set where were they ? And ...
Charles Hartley. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea - born Salamis ; And ships , by thousands , lay below , And men in nations ; -all were his ! He counted them at break of day- And when the sun set where were they ? And ...
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... He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair , so calm , so softly sealed , The first , last look by death revealed ! Such is the aspect of this shore ; " Tis 6 ASPECT OF GREECE . The Present Aspect of Greece Lord Byron.
... He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair , so calm , so softly sealed , The first , last look by death revealed ! Such is the aspect of this shore ; " Tis 6 ASPECT OF GREECE . The Present Aspect of Greece Lord Byron.
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... looks of anger and surprise With the divine compassion of his eyes ; Then said , " Who art thou ? and why com'st thou here ? " To which King Robert answered , with a sneer , ' I am the King , and come to claim my own From an impostor ...
... looks of anger and surprise With the divine compassion of his eyes ; Then said , " Who art thou ? and why com'st thou here ? " To which King Robert answered , with a sneer , ' I am the King , and come to claim my own From an impostor ...
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... looks bewildered and a vacant stare , Close shaven above the ears , as monks are shorn , By courtiers mocked , by pages laughed to scorn , His only friend the ape , his only food What others left , he still was unsubdued . And when the ...
... looks bewildered and a vacant stare , Close shaven above the ears , as monks are shorn , By courtiers mocked , by pages laughed to scorn , His only friend the ape , his only food What others left , he still was unsubdued . And when the ...
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Página 23 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 62 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Página 214 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Página 173 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn 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...
Página 47 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Página 52 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Página 63 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Página 95 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Página 37 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
Página 207 - 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; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master...