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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... Dead LANGHORNE . The Drowning Fly POLLOK . 58 The Bible ; Star of Eternity 272 Friendship 290 The Death of the Young 44 · Mother · 291 • 178 The Song of Heaven 310 POPE . 35 The Man of Ross The Visions of Fancy · 152 LLOYD . The Hare ...
... Dead LANGHORNE . The Drowning Fly POLLOK . 58 The Bible ; Star of Eternity 272 Friendship 290 The Death of the Young 44 · Mother · 291 • 178 The Song of Heaven 310 POPE . 35 The Man of Ross The Visions of Fancy · 152 LLOYD . The Hare ...
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... dead ; And he , neglected and oppressed , Wished to be with them , and at rest . No more , on prancing palfrey borne , He carolled , light as lark at morn ; No longer courted and caressed , High placed in hall , a welcome guest , He ...
... dead ; And he , neglected and oppressed , Wished to be with them , and at rest . No more , on prancing palfrey borne , He carolled , light as lark at morn ; No longer courted and caressed , High placed in hall , a welcome guest , He ...
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... dead and gone , And of Earl Walter , rest him God ! A braver ne'er to battle rode ; And how full many a tale he knew , Of the old warriors of Buccleuch ; And , would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain , Though ...
... dead and gone , And of Earl Walter , rest him God ! A braver ne'er to battle rode ; And how full many a tale he knew , Of the old warriors of Buccleuch ; And , would the noble Duchess deign To listen to an old man's strain , Though ...
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... dead , Who never to himself hath said , This is my own , my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned , As home his footsteps he hath turned , From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe , go , mark him well ...
... dead , Who never to himself hath said , This is my own , my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned , As home his footsteps he hath turned , From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe , go , mark him well ...
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... to go , And he lies by her side . " " How many are you then , " said I , " If they two are in heaven ? " The little Maiden did reply , " O Master we are seven . ' " But they are dead ; those two are dead 8 THE POETIC RECITER .
... to go , And he lies by her side . " " How many are you then , " said I , " If they two are in heaven ? " The little Maiden did reply , " O Master we are seven . ' " But they are dead ; those two are dead 8 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 283 頁 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
第 274 頁 - 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...
第 294 頁 - 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 62 頁 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change his place...
第 285 頁 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood...
第 63 頁 - 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.
第 283 頁 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
第 238 頁 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence how dead! and darkness how profound! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
第 238 頁 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
第 157 頁 - And e'en the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — What waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share ; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury, and thin mankind ; To see each joy the sons of pleasure know, Extorted from his fellow-creature's woe.