The English elocutionist, a collection of the finest passages of poetry and eloquence, by C. Hartley1872 |
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... head . It is Poetry or Literature which - reflecting the con- centrated result of the universal experience of life - communi- cates these unchanging and everlasting truths through the ima- gination , affections , and conscience ...
... head . It is Poetry or Literature which - reflecting the con- centrated result of the universal experience of life - communi- cates these unchanging and everlasting truths through the ima- gination , affections , and conscience ...
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... head , But one arise - we come , we come ! " " Tis but the living who are dumb . In vain - in vain ; strike other chords Fill high the cup with Samian wine ! Leave battles to the Turkish hordes , And shed the 2 THE ISLES OF GREECE .
... head , But one arise - we come , we come ! " " Tis but the living who are dumb . In vain - in vain ; strike other chords Fill high the cup with Samian wine ! Leave battles to the Turkish hordes , And shed the 2 THE ISLES OF GREECE .
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... head , The cup of woe was quaffed - the spirit fled ; The soul of him who scorned to fear or fly- Who lived and died , as none can live or die . But lo ! from high Hymettus to the plain , The queen of night asserts her silent reign . No ...
... head , The cup of woe was quaffed - the spirit fled ; The soul of him who scorned to fear or fly- Who lived and died , as none can live or die . But lo ! from high Hymettus to the plain , The queen of night asserts her silent reign . No ...
第9页
... Vere de Vere , You put strange memories in my head . Not thrice your branching limes have blown Since I beheld young Laurence dead . Oh ! your sweet eyes , your low replies : LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE . 9 Lady Clara Verê de Vere Tennyson.
... Vere de Vere , You put strange memories in my head . Not thrice your branching limes have blown Since I beheld young Laurence dead . Oh ! your sweet eyes , your low replies : LADY CLARA VERE DE VERE . 9 Lady Clara Verê de Vere Tennyson.
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... head , He to a learned clerk beside him said , " C What mean these words ? " The clerk made answer meet , " He has put down the mighty from their seat , And has exalted them of low degree . " Thereat King Robert muttered scornfully ...
... head , He to a learned clerk beside him said , " C What mean these words ? " The clerk made answer meet , " He has put down the mighty from their seat , And has exalted them of low degree . " Thereat King Robert muttered scornfully ...
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第23页 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
第62页 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
第214页 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
第173页 - 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...
第47页 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
第52页 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
第63页 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
第95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37页 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
第207页 - 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; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master...