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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1 - 5 találat összesen 38 találatból.
31. oldal
... lives , in every stage From infancy itself to age , A happiness we toil to find , Which still avoids us like the wind ; Ev'n when we think the prize our own , At once ' tis vanished , lost and gone . You'll ask me why I thus rehearse ...
... lives , in every stage From infancy itself to age , A happiness we toil to find , Which still avoids us like the wind ; Ev'n when we think the prize our own , At once ' tis vanished , lost and gone . You'll ask me why I thus rehearse ...
39. oldal
... live ; His luck was what his neighbours had , For some were good , and some were bad ; When of their father death bereft ' em , His good advice was all he left ' em . This good old man , who long had lain Afflicted with disease and pain ...
... live ; His luck was what his neighbours had , For some were good , and some were bad ; When of their father death bereft ' em , His good advice was all he left ' em . This good old man , who long had lain Afflicted with disease and pain ...
51. oldal
... live a little longer . Yet calling up a serious look , 66 His hour - glass trembled while he spoke , - Neighbour , " he said , " farewell ! no more " Shall Death disturb your mirthful hour ; " And farther , to avoid all blame " Of ...
... live a little longer . Yet calling up a serious look , 66 His hour - glass trembled while he spoke , - Neighbour , " he said , " farewell ! no more " Shall Death disturb your mirthful hour ; " And farther , to avoid all blame " Of ...
69. oldal
... live and breathe in it alone ; This is a mother's love . Its weakness in her arms to bear ; To cherish on her breast , Feed it from love's own fountain there , And lull it there to rest ; Then while it slumbers watch its breath , As if ...
... live and breathe in it alone ; This is a mother's love . Its weakness in her arms to bear ; To cherish on her breast , Feed it from love's own fountain there , And lull it there to rest ; Then while it slumbers watch its breath , As if ...
70. oldal
... live , may die , -to curse his birth ; Is this a mother's love ? A parent's heart may prove a snare ; The child she loves so well , Her hand may lead , with gentlest care , Down the smooth road to hell ; Nourish its frame , -destroy its ...
... live , may die , -to curse his birth ; Is this a mother's love ? A parent's heart may prove a snare ; The child she loves so well , Her hand may lead , with gentlest care , Down the smooth road to hell ; Nourish its frame , -destroy its ...
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The Poetic Reciter; Or, Beauties of the British Poets: Adapted for Reading ... Henry Marlen Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2016 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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
Népszerű szakaszok
283. oldal - 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.
274. oldal - 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...
294. oldal - 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...
62. oldal - 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...
285. oldal - 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...
63. oldal - 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.
283. oldal - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
238. oldal - 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.
238. oldal - 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?
157. oldal - 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.