The book of recitations [ed.] by C.W. Smith |
From inside the book
Արդյունքներ 69–ի 6-ից 10-ը:
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... head upon his hands to pray . Oh ! when the heart is full - when bitter thoughts Come crowding thickly up for utterance , And the poor common words of courtesy Are such an empty mockery - how much The bursting heart may pour itself in ...
... head upon his hands to pray . Oh ! when the heart is full - when bitter thoughts Come crowding thickly up for utterance , And the poor common words of courtesy Are such an empty mockery - how much The bursting heart may pour itself in ...
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... head upon him , and broke forth In the resistless eloquence of woe : " Alas ! my noble boy ! that thou shouldst die ! Thou , who wert made so beautifully fair ! That death should settle in thy glorious eye , And leave his stillness in ...
... head upon him , and broke forth In the resistless eloquence of woe : " Alas ! my noble boy ! that thou shouldst die ! Thou , who wert made so beautifully fair ! That death should settle in thy glorious eye , And leave his stillness in ...
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... head , As awaked from the dead , And , amazed , he stares around . Revenge ! revenge ! Timotheus cries , See the Furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear ! How they hiss in their hair , And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ...
... head , As awaked from the dead , And , amazed , he stares around . Revenge ! revenge ! Timotheus cries , See the Furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear ! How they hiss in their hair , And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ...
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... , For each seemed either ; black it stood as Night , Fierce as ten Furies , terrible as Hell , And shook a dreadful dart ; what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on . Satan was now at hand , and from his seat 40 POETIC.
... , For each seemed either ; black it stood as Night , Fierce as ten Furies , terrible as Hell , And shook a dreadful dart ; what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on . Satan was now at hand , and from his seat 40 POETIC.
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... head Levelled his deadly aim ; their fatal hands No second stroke intend , -and such a frown Each cast at the other , as when two black clouds With heaven's artillery fraught , come rattling on Over the Caspian , then stand front to ...
... head Levelled his deadly aim ; their fatal hands No second stroke intend , -and such a frown Each cast at the other , as when two black clouds With heaven's artillery fraught , come rattling on Over the Caspian , then stand front to ...
Common terms and phrases
Absalom arms battle beauty beneath blood bosom bowed brave breast breath bright brother brow Cæsar clouds cold cried customed hill dark dead death deep dread dream earth Eleonora di Toledo EUGENE ARAM fair falchion father fear fell gazed Gelert gold grave hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hour Inchcape Rock Jaspar Julius Cæsar king knew Lars Porsena light lips live Lochiel lonely look Lord William loud Macgregor moon morn never Nevermore night numbers o'er once pale pride proud Quoth Quoth the Raven rock rose round Samian wine sate shone shore shout sigh silent slave sleep smile song soul Souliotes sound spake spirit steed stood stream strong sweet sword tears Thaïs thee thine thou thought Twas victorious bands voice wave weary weep wild wind young youth
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Էջ 211 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Էջ 130 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird, or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Էջ 275 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Էջ 19 - Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Էջ 282 - 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 260 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Էջ 63 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Էջ 278 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Էջ 274 - This is the state of man : To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Էջ 210 - 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.