The Common School Speaker: A New Collection of Original and Selected Pieces, for Reading and RecitationS. Babcock, 1844 - 288 頁 |
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... hath a mightier claim To fill up a niche in the temple of fame . Ye , who are bred in Anacreon's school , May sneer at my strain as the song of a fool : Ye are wise , no doubt , but have yet to learn How the tongue can cleave , and the ...
... hath a mightier claim To fill up a niche in the temple of fame . Ye , who are bred in Anacreon's school , May sneer at my strain as the song of a fool : Ye are wise , no doubt , but have yet to learn How the tongue can cleave , and the ...
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... hath a right to claim The minstrel's song and a tithe of fame . LESSON XII . THE PAUPER'S DEATH BED . The following poem was written by MRS . SOUTHEY , wife of one of the greatest English poets of modern times . She is also ...
... hath a right to claim The minstrel's song and a tithe of fame . LESSON XII . THE PAUPER'S DEATH BED . The following poem was written by MRS . SOUTHEY , wife of one of the greatest English poets of modern times . She is also ...
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... hath yet no gem save her loveliness . A summons again , a voiceless one , Yet by the mortal it calleth , well known ; A written summons , written on all The summer flowers before they fall . Written on the fading brow and eye , Dimmed ...
... hath yet no gem save her loveliness . A summons again , a voiceless one , Yet by the mortal it calleth , well known ; A written summons , written on all The summer flowers before they fall . Written on the fading brow and eye , Dimmed ...
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... hath the spirit fled from earth , For ever past ? I ask the grave below- It keeps the secret well ; I call upon the heavens to show , They will not tell . Of earth's remotest strand , Are tales and tidings known ; But from the spirit's ...
... hath the spirit fled from earth , For ever past ? I ask the grave below- It keeps the secret well ; I call upon the heavens to show , They will not tell . Of earth's remotest strand , Are tales and tidings known ; But from the spirit's ...
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... hath torture for his royal pall , And terror for his throne ; Grim crimes , like spectres on the wall , And a heart like burning stone ; And fears of what he can not see , And sense of Syria's scorn : - He hath these for the glittering ...
... hath torture for his royal pall , And terror for his throne ; Grim crimes , like spectres on the wall , And a heart like burning stone ; And fears of what he can not see , And sense of Syria's scorn : - He hath these for the glittering ...
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第 69 頁 - Ay, tear her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon's roar ; The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more ! Her deck, once red with heroes...
第 253 頁 - Now by the lips of those ye love, fair gentlemen of France, Charge for the golden lilies now, upon them with the lance! A thousand spurs are striking deep, a thousand spears in rest, A thousand knights are pressing close behind the snow-white crest ; And in they burst, and on they rush'd, while, like a guiding star, Amidst the thickest carnage blazed the helmet of Navarre.
第 142 頁 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...
第 75 頁 - The school-boy whips his taxed top ; the beardless youth manages his taxed horse with a taxed bridle, on a taxed road ; and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine, which has paid...
第 183 頁 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
第 162 頁 - Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake, lightnings! ye, With night, and clouds, and thunder, and a soul To make these felt and feeling, well may be Things that have made me watchful; the far roll Of your departing voices, is the knoll Of what in me is sleepless, — if I rest. But where of ye, O tempests! is the goal? Are ye like those within the human breast? Or do ye find at length, like eagles, some high nest?
第 70 頁 - Her deck, once red with heroes' blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o'er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor's tread, Or know the conquered knee; — The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea!
第 254 頁 - ... rend your hair for those who never shall return. • Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls. Ho ! gallant nobles of the League, look that your arms be bright ; Ho ! burghers of St.
第 230 頁 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
第 171 頁 - I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. And fast before her father's men, Three days we've fled together; For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover?