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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Σελίδα 21
... beneath the sky , From this small speck of earth were sent Murmurs and sounds of discontent ; For every thing alive complained , That he the hardest life sustained . Jove calls the Eagle . At the word , Before him stands the royal bird ...
... beneath the sky , From this small speck of earth were sent Murmurs and sounds of discontent ; For every thing alive complained , That he the hardest life sustained . Jove calls the Eagle . At the word , Before him stands the royal bird ...
Σελίδα 26
... Beneath the avenging stream ; He rose - he shrieked - no human ear Heard William's drowning scream . THE RAVEN . A ... sky , Shook the young leaves about her ears , And filled her with a thousand fears , Lest the rude blast should snap the ...
... Beneath the avenging stream ; He rose - he shrieked - no human ear Heard William's drowning scream . THE RAVEN . A ... sky , Shook the young leaves about her ears , And filled her with a thousand fears , Lest the rude blast should snap the ...
Σελίδα 114
... beneath the sky , And dearer far than Cæsar's palace - dome , His cavern - shelter , and his cottage - home . O'er China's garden - fields and peopled floods ; In California's pathless world of woods ; Round Andes ' heights , where ...
... beneath the sky , And dearer far than Cæsar's palace - dome , His cavern - shelter , and his cottage - home . O'er China's garden - fields and peopled floods ; In California's pathless world of woods ; Round Andes ' heights , where ...
Σελίδα 123
... sky ; the stars Are swiftly wheeling on their golden cars ; Ocean , outstretched with infinite expanse , Serenely slumbers in a glorious trance ; The tide o'er which no troubling spirits breathe , Reflects a cloudless firmament beneath ...
... sky ; the stars Are swiftly wheeling on their golden cars ; Ocean , outstretched with infinite expanse , Serenely slumbers in a glorious trance ; The tide o'er which no troubling spirits breathe , Reflects a cloudless firmament beneath ...
Σελίδα 128
... beneath her care , Or lisps with holy look his evening prayer , Or gazing ... sky , Beside a fount of Araby ; It was not fanned by Southern breeze In some ... Under the blossoms to and fro . But one , a lone one , midst the throng 128 THE ...
... beneath her care , Or lisps with holy look his evening prayer , Or gazing ... sky , Beside a fount of Araby ; It was not fanned by Southern breeze In some ... Under the blossoms to and fro . But one , a lone one , midst the throng 128 THE ...
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The Poetic Reciter; Or, Beauties of the British Poets: Adapted for Reading ... Henry Marlen Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 2016 |
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
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
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 283 - 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.
Σελίδα 274 - 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...
Σελίδα 294 - 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...
Σελίδα 62 - 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...
Σελίδα 285 - 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...
Σελίδα 63 - 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.
Σελίδα 283 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Σελίδα 238 - 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.
Σελίδα 238 - 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?
Σελίδα 157 - 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.