Choice Readings for Public and Private Entertainments and for the Use of Schools, Colleges and Public Readers with Elocutionary AdviceRobert McLean Cumnock A.C. McClurg, 1913 - 601 oldal |
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... NIGHT THE BARDS THE RECESSIONAL DRATORICAL STYLES EXPULSIVE OROTUND PAGE 281 281 · 282 283 Samuel Taylor Coleridge 283 Mrs. Cecil Francis Alexander 285 Lord Byron 288 Adelaide A. Procter 289 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 290 Thomas ...
... NIGHT THE BARDS THE RECESSIONAL DRATORICAL STYLES EXPULSIVE OROTUND PAGE 281 281 · 282 283 Samuel Taylor Coleridge 283 Mrs. Cecil Francis Alexander 285 Lord Byron 288 Adelaide A. Procter 289 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 290 Thomas ...
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... night We were together , half afraid Of the corn - leaves ' rustling , and of the shade Of the high hills , stretching so still and far , — Loitering till after the low little light Of the candle shone through the open door , And over ...
... night We were together , half afraid Of the corn - leaves ' rustling , and of the shade Of the high hills , stretching so still and far , — Loitering till after the low little light Of the candle shone through the open door , And over ...
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... night that tailor's skill to pay ; I got a coat and wore it ; but , alas , poor Hannah Jane Ne'er went to church or lecture , till warm weather came again . Our second season she refused a cloak of any sort , That I might have a decent ...
... night that tailor's skill to pay ; I got a coat and wore it ; but , alas , poor Hannah Jane Ne'er went to church or lecture , till warm weather came again . Our second season she refused a cloak of any sort , That I might have a decent ...
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... night , Are stillest when they shine ; Mine earthly love lies hushed in light Beneath the heaven of thine . There is an hour when angels keep Familiar watch o'er men , When coarser souls are wrapt in sleep — Sweet spirit , meet me then ...
... night , Are stillest when they shine ; Mine earthly love lies hushed in light Beneath the heaven of thine . There is an hour when angels keep Familiar watch o'er men , When coarser souls are wrapt in sleep — Sweet spirit , meet me then ...
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... night . Jul . Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale , and not the lark , That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate - tree : Believe me , love , it was the ...
... night . Jul . Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale , and not the lark , That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate - tree : Believe me , love , it was the ...
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380. oldal - O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain ! my Captain...
570. oldal - 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...
566. oldal - Only this, and nothing more." 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.
288. oldal - The tumult and the shouting dies — The captains and the kings depart — Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
359. oldal - I SPRANG to the stirrup, and Joris, and he ; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three ; " Good speed ! " cried the watch, as the gatebolts undrew ; "Speed...
438. oldal - Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
387. oldal - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
370. oldal - Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
423. oldal - The bride kissed the goblet : the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, 'Now tread we a measure !
423. oldal - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.