Werner's Readings and Recitations: Dramatic selections (c1898)

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E.S. Werner, 1898
 

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第 137 頁 - Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here for evermore.
第 136 頁 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
第 137 頁 - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door : This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir...
第 167 頁 - Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi! The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike, The Devil will come, and Faustus must be damned.
第 65 頁 - Knight,' cried the Grand Master, 'unshriven and unabsolved ; kill not body and soul ! We allow him vanquished.' He descended into the lists, and commanded them to unhelm the conquered champion. His eyes were closed ; the dark red flush was still on his brow. As they looked on him in astonishment, the eyes opened ; but they were fixed and glazed. The flush passed from his brow, and gave way to the pallid hue of death. Unscathed by the lance of his enemy, he had died \ a victim to the violence of his...
第 167 頁 - Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ, Yet will I call on him: O spare me, Lucifer! Where is it now? 'tis gone: And see where God Stretcheth out his arm and bends his ireful brows! Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on me, And hide me from the heavy wrath of God ! No, no.
第 104 頁 - The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want. He makes me down to lie In pastures green : He leadeth me The quiet waters by. 2 My soul He doth restore again ; And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, Ev'n for His own name's sake.
第 103 頁 - And Peter answered him and said. Lord, if it be thou, bid me come unto thee on the water.
第 35 頁 - Now India is a place beyond all others where one must not take things too seriously — the midday sun always excepted. Too much work and too much energy kill a man just as effectively as too much assorted vice or too much drink.
第 167 頁 - That when you vomit forth into the air, My limbs may issue from your smoky mouths, So that my soul may but ascend to Heaven.

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