How to Read and Declaim

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Funk & Wagnalls Company, 1779 - Всего страниц: 428
 

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Стр. 16 - Ye nightingales, ye twisting pines ! Ye swains that haunt the grove ! Ye gentle echoes, breezy winds ! Ye close retreats of love ! With all of nature, all of art, Assist the. dear design...
Стр. 88 - To what excefles had his dotage run ? But God, to fave the father, took the fon. To all but thee, in fits he feem'd to go, (And 'twas my miniftry to deal the blow) The poor fond parent, humbled in the duft, Now owns in tears the punifhment was juft.
Стр. 83 - And shake the neighbouring wood to banish sleep. Up rise the guests, obedient to the call: An early banquet deck'd the splendid hall; Rich luscious wine a golden goblet grac'd, Which the kind master forc'd the guests to taste. Then, pleas'd and thankful, from the porch...
Стр. 55 - And fits in meaiures, fuch as Virgil's Mufe To place thee near him might be fond to chufe. How might he tune th...
Стр. 76 - Those graves, with bending osier bound, That nameless heave the crumbled ground, Quick to the glancing thought disclose Where toil and poverty repose. The flat smooth stones that bear a name...
Стр. 87 - ... Detested wretch !" — but scarce his speech began, When the strange partner seem'd no longer man His youthful face grew more serenely sweet ; His robe turn'd white, and flow'd upon his feet ; Fair rounds of radiant points invest his hair ; Celestial odours...
Стр. 4 - A soul supreme, in each hard instance tried, Above all pain, all anger, and all pride, The rage of power, the blast of public breath, The lust of lucre, and the dread of death.
Стр. 336 - There folid billows of enormous fize, Alps of green ice, in wild diforder rife. And yet but lately have I feen, ev'n here, The winter in a lovely drefs appear.
Стр. 92 - But urge thy powers, thine utmost voice advance, Make the loud strings against thy fingers dance ; 'Tis love that angels praise and men adore, 'Tis love divine that asks it all and more. Fling back the gates of ever-blazing day, Pour floods of liquid light to gild the way ; And all in glory wrapt...
Стр. 76 - Arms, angels, epitaphs and bones, These (all the poor remains of state) Adorn the rich, or praise the great ; Who while on earth in fame they live, Are senseless of the fame they give.

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