The English elocutionist, a collection of the finest passages of poetry and eloquence, by C. Hartley1872 |
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... turn and ask thus . Sir , ' twas not Her husband's presence only , called that spot Of joy into the Duchess ' cheek perhaps Frà Pandolf chanced to say " Her mantle laps Over my lady's wrist too much , " or Paint Must never hope to ...
... turn and ask thus . Sir , ' twas not Her husband's presence only , called that spot Of joy into the Duchess ' cheek perhaps Frà Pandolf chanced to say " Her mantle laps Over my lady's wrist too much , " or Paint Must never hope to ...
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... turns they felt the glowing mind Disturbed , delighted , raised , refined , Till once , ' tis said , when all were fired , Filled with fury , rapt , inspired , From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound ...
... turns they felt the glowing mind Disturbed , delighted , raised , refined , Till once , ' tis said , when all were fired , Filled with fury , rapt , inspired , From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound ...
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... turn ? -behold her mark A little fountain cell , Where water , clear as diamond - spark , In a stone basin fell . Above , some half - worn letters say : “ Drink . weary . pilgrim . drink . and pray . For . the . kind . soul . of . Sybil ...
... turn ? -behold her mark A little fountain cell , Where water , clear as diamond - spark , In a stone basin fell . Above , some half - worn letters say : “ Drink . weary . pilgrim . drink . and pray . For . the . kind . soul . of . Sybil ...
Էջ 52
... turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light , And the lantern dimly burning . No useless coffin enclosed his breast , Nor in sheet , nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay - like a warrior taking his rest- With his martial cloak ...
... turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light , And the lantern dimly burning . No useless coffin enclosed his breast , Nor in sheet , nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay - like a warrior taking his rest- With his martial cloak ...
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... turns of chance below ; And now and then a sigh he stole , And tears began to flow . The mighty master smiled , to see That love was in the next degree ; ' Twas but a kindred sound to move , For pity melts the mind to love . Softly ...
... turns of chance below ; And now and then a sigh he stole , And tears began to flow . The mighty master smiled , to see That love was in the next degree ; ' Twas but a kindred sound to move , For pity melts the mind to love . Softly ...
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Էջ 23 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Էջ 62 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Էջ 214 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Էջ 173 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn 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...
Էջ 47 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Էջ 52 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Էջ 63 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Էջ 95 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Էջ 37 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
Էջ 207 - 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; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master...