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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... Thou art welcome , my Fanny . " That , that is the pang : want and toil would impart No pang to my breast , if kind friends I could see ; For the wealth I require is that of the heart , The smiles of affection are riches to me . Then ...
... Thou art welcome , my Fanny . " That , that is the pang : want and toil would impart No pang to my breast , if kind friends I could see ; For the wealth I require is that of the heart , The smiles of affection are riches to me . Then ...
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... thou shalt find " More fragrant Roses there : I see thy withering head reclin'd , " With envy and despair ! " One common fate we both must prove ; " You die with envy , I with love . " " Spare your comparisons , " reply'd An angry Rose ...
... thou shalt find " More fragrant Roses there : I see thy withering head reclin'd , " With envy and despair ! " One common fate we both must prove ; " You die with envy , I with love . " " Spare your comparisons , " reply'd An angry Rose ...
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... thou art weary and worn ; And fain was their war - broken soldier to stay- But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn , And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away . THE EAGLE AND THE ASSEMBLY OF ANIMALS . As Jupiter's all - seeing ...
... thou art weary and worn ; And fain was their war - broken soldier to stay- But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn , And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away . THE EAGLE AND THE ASSEMBLY OF ANIMALS . As Jupiter's all - seeing ...
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... thou kept thy charge ! Now take thy due reward . " He started up , each limb convulsed With agonizing fear ; - He only heard the storm of night , - " Twas music to his ear . When lo ! the voice of loud alarm His inmost soul appals ...
... thou kept thy charge ! Now take thy due reward . " He started up , each limb convulsed With agonizing fear ; - He only heard the storm of night , - " Twas music to his ear . When lo ! the voice of loud alarm His inmost soul appals ...
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... thou know How dreadful ' tis to die ? " And canst thou without pitying hear A child's expiring cry ? " How horrible it is to sink Beneath the chilly stream ! To stretch the powerless arms in vain ! In vain for help to scream ! " The ...
... thou know How dreadful ' tis to die ? " And canst thou without pitying hear A child's expiring cry ? " How horrible it is to sink Beneath the chilly stream ! To stretch the powerless arms in vain ! In vain for help to scream ! " The ...
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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?
Էջ 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.