The reciter's companion; comprising the most popular recitations, comic tales [&c.].1848 |
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... sound ; One word alone is all that strikes the ear , One short , pathetic , simple word-- " My dear ! ” A thousand times repeated to the wind , That wafts the sigh , but leaves the pang For ever of the proffered parley shy , She hears ...
... sound ; One word alone is all that strikes the ear , One short , pathetic , simple word-- " My dear ! ” A thousand times repeated to the wind , That wafts the sigh , but leaves the pang For ever of the proffered parley shy , She hears ...
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... friend of human woes , Who brings at last the sound repose- Death does at dreadful distance keep , And leaves one wretch to wake and weep . KILL OR CURE . A MEDICAL BARGAIN . One Hodge d 2 77 "And whensoe'er this road you come, ...
... friend of human woes , Who brings at last the sound repose- Death does at dreadful distance keep , And leaves one wretch to wake and weep . KILL OR CURE . A MEDICAL BARGAIN . One Hodge d 2 77 "And whensoe'er this road you come, ...
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... affluence ! hear a poor man's prayer ! O haste , and free me from this dungeon's gloom ! Let not the hand of comfortless Despair Sink my grey hairs with sorrow to the tomb . GLENARA . O , heard ye yon pibroch sound sad 82.
... affluence ! hear a poor man's prayer ! O haste , and free me from this dungeon's gloom ! Let not the hand of comfortless Despair Sink my grey hairs with sorrow to the tomb . GLENARA . O , heard ye yon pibroch sound sad 82.
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Reciter. GLENARA . O , heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale , Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail ? " Tis the chief of Glenara laments for his dear ; And her sire , and the people , are called to her bier . Glenara ...
Reciter. GLENARA . O , heard ye yon pibroch sound sad in the gale , Where a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail ? " Tis the chief of Glenara laments for his dear ; And her sire , and the people , are called to her bier . Glenara ...
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... when this happened ? Pat . Where was I ? sure I was in bed . Mag . Asleep or awake ? Pat . As sound as a roach , your majesty . Mag . And what provocation had you given him ? Pat . Divil a provocation at all , most noble 89.
... when this happened ? Pat . Where was I ? sure I was in bed . Mag . Asleep or awake ? Pat . As sound as a roach , your majesty . Mag . And what provocation had you given him ? Pat . Divil a provocation at all , most noble 89.
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Arrah black crows blood Bolus brow Brutus bull Cæsar call'd Cassius clown countreman cried cursed dear death dere devil dinner doctor door dreadful Duke e'er eyes farmer father fear Fiddle-de-dee fool gentleman George Benson ghost give grave hand haste head hear heard heart Heaven Hodge honour horse Husband Irish stew Jolter jonteel lady Lapstone laugh linguæ littel boy look look'd lord loud Madam Mary master Monsieur morn Mortlake mysen ne'er never night nose Numps o'er once pass'd poor portmanteau pray quoth replied Richard Penlake Romford round Saib Sally sare seem'd shilling Sir Phil sleep smile soon soul soup maigre sprite squire sure swear sweet tale tears tell thee there's thing thou thought TOM LONG tongue Twas twill Vell ween wife wild word wretch Xenophon Zounds
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 148 - 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 houourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Seite 150 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Seite 148 - Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason...
Seite 237 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Seite 163 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Seite 237 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Seite 202 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
Seite 209 - Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. "And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Seite 206 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Seite 238 - Can well recall what then it heard. Where is thy native, simple heart, Devote to Virtue, Fancy, Art ? Arise, as in that elder time, Warm...