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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... dark dwelling I come , Where no one exclaims , " Thou art welcome , my Fanny . " That , that is the pang : want and toil would impart No pang to my breast , if kind friends I could see ; For the wealth I require is that of the heart ...
... dark dwelling I come , Where no one exclaims , " Thou art welcome , my Fanny . " That , that is the pang : want and toil would impart No pang to my breast , if kind friends I could see ; For the wealth I require is that of the heart ...
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... dark and stormy water ? " " O ! I'm the chief of Ulva's Isle , And this Lord Ullin's daughter ; - " And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together , " For should he find us in the glen , My blood would stain the heather ...
... dark and stormy water ? " " O ! I'm the chief of Ulva's Isle , And this Lord Ullin's daughter ; - " And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together , " For should he find us in the glen , My blood would stain the heather ...
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... dark— And we should search in vain . " " And , oh ! Lord William , dost thou know How dreadful ' tis to die ? " And canst thou without pitying hear A child's expiring cry ? " How horrible it is to sink Beneath the chilly stream ! To ...
... dark— And we should search in vain . " " And , oh ! Lord William , dost thou know How dreadful ' tis to die ? " And canst thou without pitying hear A child's expiring cry ? " How horrible it is to sink Beneath the chilly stream ! To ...
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... dark as winter was the flow Of Iser , rolling rapidly . But Linden showed another sight , When the drum beat at dead of night , Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery . By torch and trumpet - sound arrayed , Each ...
... dark as winter was the flow Of Iser , rolling rapidly . But Linden showed another sight , When the drum beat at dead of night , Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery . By torch and trumpet - sound arrayed , Each ...
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... dark , The ocean yawned - and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark . Deep horror then my vitals froze , Death - struck , I ceased the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose , - It was the Star of Bethlehem . It was ...
... dark , The ocean yawned - and rudely blowed The wind that tossed my foundering bark . Deep horror then my vitals froze , Death - struck , I ceased the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose , - It was the Star of Bethlehem . It was ...
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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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Página 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.
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Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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.