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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... shore . His wrath was changed to wailing- . For sore dismayed , through storm and shade , His child he did discover ; - One lovely arm she stretched for aid , And one was round her lover . " Come back ! come back ! " he cried in grief ...
... shore . His wrath was changed to wailing- . For sore dismayed , through storm and shade , His child he did discover ; - One lovely arm she stretched for aid , And one was round her lover . " Come back ! come back ! " he cried in grief ...
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... shore . In vain Lord William sought the feast , In vain he quaffed the bowl , And strove with noisy mirth to drown The anguish of his soul . Reluctant now , as night came on , His lonely couch he pressed ; And , wearied out , he sunk to ...
... shore . In vain Lord William sought the feast , In vain he quaffed the bowl , And strove with noisy mirth to drown The anguish of his soul . Reluctant now , as night came on , His lonely couch he pressed ; And , wearied out , he sunk to ...
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... shore : — There , trembler , all thy dangers now are o'er ; Wipe thy wet wings , and banish all thy fear ; Go join thy buzzing brothers in the air . Away it flies - resumes its harmless play , And sweetly gambols in the golden ray ...
... shore : — There , trembler , all thy dangers now are o'er ; Wipe thy wet wings , and banish all thy fear ; Go join thy buzzing brothers in the air . Away it flies - resumes its harmless play , And sweetly gambols in the golden ray ...
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... shore ! " Oh ! who would think her portion blessed " A wandering seaman's wife to be , " To hug the infant to her breast , " Whose father's on a stormy sea ! " The thunder bursts ! the lightning falls ! The casement rattles with the ...
... shore ! " Oh ! who would think her portion blessed " A wandering seaman's wife to be , " To hug the infant to her breast , " Whose father's on a stormy sea ! " The thunder bursts ! the lightning falls ! The casement rattles with the ...
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... shore ? - Shall we not seek it , and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows , And the fire - flies glance through the myrtle boughs ? " - " Not there , not there , my child ! " - " Is it where the feathery palm ...
... shore ? - Shall we not seek it , and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows , And the fire - flies glance through the myrtle boughs ? " - " Not there , not there , my child ! " - " Is it where the feathery palm ...
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The Poetic Reciter; Or, Beauties of the British Poets: Adapted for Reading ... Henry Marlen Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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.