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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... weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er , " 6 And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart . Stay , stay with us - rest , thou art weary and worn ; And fain was their war - broken soldier to ...
... weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er , " 6 And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart . Stay , stay with us - rest , thou art weary and worn ; And fain was their war - broken soldier to ...
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... weeping , And the wailing of age and infant cries , O'er the grave where he lies sleeping . He had left his home in his spirit's pride , With his father's sword and blessing ; He stood with the valiant side by side , His country's ...
... weeping , And the wailing of age and infant cries , O'er the grave where he lies sleeping . He had left his home in his spirit's pride , With his father's sword and blessing ; He stood with the valiant side by side , His country's ...
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... weeps not , yet often and deeply she sighs ; She never complains , but her silence implies The composure of settled distress . No aid , no compassion the maniac will seek , Cold and hunger awake not her care ; Through her rags do the ...
... weeps not , yet often and deeply she sighs ; She never complains , but her silence implies The composure of settled distress . No aid , no compassion the maniac will seek , Cold and hunger awake not her care ; Through her rags do the ...
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... SHE listens ; - " Tis the wind , " she cries : The moon , that rose so full and bright , Is now o'ercast : she weeps , she sighs , - She fears ' twill be a stormy night . Not long was Anna wed . Her mate , A 58 THE POETIC RECITER .
... SHE listens ; - " Tis the wind , " she cries : The moon , that rose so full and bright , Is now o'ercast : she weeps , she sighs , - She fears ' twill be a stormy night . Not long was Anna wed . Her mate , A 58 THE POETIC RECITER .
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... weep ; she does not sigh ; But gazes on her infant dear- A smile lights up the cherub's eye , That dims its mother's with a tear ! " Oh ! who would be a seaman's wife ! " Oh ! who would bear a seaman's child ! " To tremble for her ...
... weep ; she does not sigh ; But gazes on her infant dear- A smile lights up the cherub's eye , That dims its mother's with a tear ! " Oh ! who would be a seaman's wife ! " Oh ! who would bear a seaman's child ! " To tremble for her ...
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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 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.