The poetic reciter; or, Beauties of the British poets: adapted for reading and recitation, in public and private seminaries. Com piled by H. Marlen1838 |
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第7页
... breath , And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head . She had a rustic ...
... breath , And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head . She had a rustic ...
第9页
... breath ; She hears the near advance of death ; She doubles to mislead the hound , And measures back her mazy round ; Till , fainting in the public way , Half - dead with fear she gasping lay . What transport in her bosom grew , When ...
... breath ; She hears the near advance of death ; She doubles to mislead the hound , And measures back her mazy round ; Till , fainting in the public way , Half - dead with fear she gasping lay . What transport in her bosom grew , When ...
第12页
... breath ascends , And every stalk with odour bends ; A Rose he plucked , he gaz'd , admir'd , Thus singing as the Muse inspir'd , " Go , Rose , my Chloe's bosom grace : " How happy should I prove , " Might I supply that envy'd place ...
... breath ascends , And every stalk with odour bends ; A Rose he plucked , he gaz'd , admir'd , Thus singing as the Muse inspir'd , " Go , Rose , my Chloe's bosom grace : " How happy should I prove , " Might I supply that envy'd place ...
第28页
... breath : - " I feel the chilling wound of death ! " Since I must bid the world adieu , " Let me my former life review . " I grant my bargains were well made , " But all men over - reach in trade ; " Tis self - defence in each profession ...
... breath : - " I feel the chilling wound of death ! " Since I must bid the world adieu , " Let me my former life review . " I grant my bargains were well made , " But all men over - reach in trade ; " Tis self - defence in each profession ...
第38页
... it there rolled not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray of the rock - beating surf . And there lay the rider distorted and pale , With 38 THE POETIC RECITER .
... it there rolled not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray of the rock - beating surf . And there lay the rider distorted and pale , With 38 THE POETIC RECITER .
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arms behold Belshazzar beneath beneath the sky black crows blessed blest bosom breast breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar clouds cold cried dark dead dear death deep dread dream earth eternal fair fame fate father fear fire flame flowers gazed Gelert glory glow grave Greece hand harp hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hope hour life's light lisp live Lochiel Lochinvar lonely look Lord Lyre Macgregor maid morn mother mourn ne'er Netherby never night numbers o'er pale poor praise pride proud rapture rill round scene seraph shade shore sigh silent sleep smile sorrow soul sound spirit Star of Bethlehem stood storm stream sweet sword tear tempest thee thine thou thought thunder Tis green Tom Long trembling Twas voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings young youth
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第63页 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to Virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt, for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
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