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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... Mother · 291 • 178 The Song of Heaven 310 POPE . 35 The Man of Ross The Visions of Fancy · 152 LLOYD . The Hare and ... Mother's Love 69 Patriotism A Field Flower 72 Lochinvar Night · 84 The Death of Marmion The Crucifixion 90 Landing of ...
... Mother · 291 • 178 The Song of Heaven 310 POPE . 35 The Man of Ross The Visions of Fancy · 152 LLOYD . The Hare and ... Mother's Love 69 Patriotism A Field Flower 72 Lochinvar Night · 84 The Death of Marmion The Crucifixion 90 Landing of ...
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... ORPHAN BOY . STAY , Lady , stay , for mercy's sake , And hear a helpless orphan's tale ! Ah ! sure my looks must pity wake ! ' Tis want that makes my cheek so pale . Yet I was once a mother's pride , And my 4 THE POETIC RECITER .
... ORPHAN BOY . STAY , Lady , stay , for mercy's sake , And hear a helpless orphan's tale ! Ah ! sure my looks must pity wake ! ' Tis want that makes my cheek so pale . Yet I was once a mother's pride , And my 4 THE POETIC RECITER .
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... mother sought ; She could not bear to see my joy ; For with my father's life ' twas bought , And made me a poor Orphan Boy . < 6 The people's shouts were long and loud ; My mother , shuddering , closed her ears ; Rejoice ! rejoice ...
... mother sought ; She could not bear to see my joy ; For with my father's life ' twas bought , And made me a poor Orphan Boy . < 6 The people's shouts were long and loud ; My mother , shuddering , closed her ears ; Rejoice ! rejoice ...
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... mother . " " You say that two at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea , Yet ye are seven ! —I pray you tell , Sweet Maid , how this may be . " Then did the little Maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the church ...
... mother . " " You say that two at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea , Yet ye are seven ! —I pray you tell , Sweet Maid , how this may be . " Then did the little Maid reply , " Seven boys and girls are we ; Two of us in the church ...
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... mother's door , And they are side by side . My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit- I sit and sing to them . And often after sun - set , Sir , When it is light and fair , I take my ...
... mother's door , And they are side by side . My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit- I sit and sing to them . And often after sun - set , Sir , When it is light and fair , I take my ...
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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.
Página 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...
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.