The Ellen Terry Ladies' Reciter: Containing Choice Pieces, Elegant Verses ...

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Hurst & Company, 1884 - 100页

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第74页 - Like the poor cat i' the adage ? Macb. Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none. Lady M. What beast was't then, That made you break this enterprise to me ? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man.
第25页 - I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
第97页 - Came thro' the jaws of Death Back from the mouth of Hell, All that was left of them, Left of six hundred.
第60页 - 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...
第73页 - As thou art in desire ? Wouldst thou have that Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life, And live a coward in thine own esteem, Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i
第36页 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
第14页 - Jane ; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain ; And then she went away. " So in the churchyard she was laid ; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. " And when the ground was white with snow And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.
第29页 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
第29页 - What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
第14页 - Then did the little maid reply, 'Seven boys and girls are we: Two of us in the churchyard lie, Beneath the churchyard tree.

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