Advanced Readings and RecitationsLee and Shepard, 1881 - 450页 |
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... never intended that any state here should be either completely happy , or entirely mis- erable . If the feelings of pleasure are more numerous and more lively in the higher departments of life , such also are those of pain . If ...
... never intended that any state here should be either completely happy , or entirely mis- erable . If the feelings of pleasure are more numerous and more lively in the higher departments of life , such also are those of pain . If ...
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... never wert , - - That from heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest ; Like a cloud of fire , The blue deep thou wingest , And singing ...
... never wert , - - That from heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest ; Like a cloud of fire , The blue deep thou wingest , And singing ...
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... never know are brightened , and others suffused at the name of the beloved one , so that the few who knew him truly shall recognize him as a bright , warm , cheering presence , which was here for a season and left the world no worse for ...
... never know are brightened , and others suffused at the name of the beloved one , so that the few who knew him truly shall recognize him as a bright , warm , cheering presence , which was here for a season and left the world no worse for ...
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... never reace · Bright through the eternal year of Love's triumphant reign . BEATTIE . LOUD . Next , Anger rushed , his eyes on fire , In lightnings owned his secret stings ; In one rude clash he struck the lyre , And swept , with hurried ...
... never reace · Bright through the eternal year of Love's triumphant reign . BEATTIE . LOUD . Next , Anger rushed , his eyes on fire , In lightnings owned his secret stings ; In one rude clash he struck the lyre , And swept , with hurried ...
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... never forget the melancholy hours I sat with him , seeking to lift him up with cheering words , and he his frame for hours racked with excruciating pain , and then exhausted with suffering - gloomily brooding over the thought that he ...
... never forget the melancholy hours I sat with him , seeking to lift him up with cheering words , and he his frame for hours racked with excruciating pain , and then exhausted with suffering - gloomily brooding over the thought that he ...
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第xxvii页 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
第31页 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
第243页 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
第106页 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing, anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing, lingering look behind...
第442页 - 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...
第327页 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
第104页 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
第77页 - 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. » In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle ; Be a hero in the strife ! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! /!Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind...
第241页 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
第72页 - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...