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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Side 15
... dear son , When each expected only one : And then with many a kind expression , He leaves them to their own discretion ; Resolved to mark the use each made Of what he to their hands conveyed . The twelve days passed , he comes once more ...
... dear son , When each expected only one : And then with many a kind expression , He leaves them to their own discretion ; Resolved to mark the use each made Of what he to their hands conveyed . The twelve days passed , he comes once more ...
Side 16
... Dear father , life is short , " So I resolved to make quick sport ; " The cakes were all so nice and sweet , " I thought I'd have one jolly treat . 66 Why should I baulk , said I , my taste ? " I'll make at once a hearty feast . " So ...
... Dear father , life is short , " So I resolved to make quick sport ; " The cakes were all so nice and sweet , " I thought I'd have one jolly treat . 66 Why should I baulk , said I , my taste ? " I'll make at once a hearty feast . " So ...
Side 40
... dear , 66 " I well perceive my end is near ; 66 I suffer much , but kiss the rod , " And bow me to the will of God . " Yet ere from you I'm quite removed , " From you whom I have always loved ; " I wish to give you all my blessing ...
... dear , 66 " I well perceive my end is near ; 66 I suffer much , but kiss the rod , " And bow me to the will of God . " Yet ere from you I'm quite removed , " From you whom I have always loved ; " I wish to give you all my blessing ...
Side 42
... dear . Flow , ye tears - down my cheeks ever flow ; Still let sleep from my eyelids depart , And still may the arrows of wo , Drink deep of the stream of my heart . But , hark ! o'er the silence of night , My Adila's accents I hear ...
... dear . Flow , ye tears - down my cheeks ever flow ; Still let sleep from my eyelids depart , And still may the arrows of wo , Drink deep of the stream of my heart . But , hark ! o'er the silence of night , My Adila's accents I hear ...
Side 59
... dear- A smile lights up the cherub's eye , That dims its mother's with a tear ! " Oh ! who would be a seaman's wife ! " Oh ! who would bear a seaman's child ! " To tremble for her husband's life ! " To weep - because her infant smiled ...
... dear- A smile lights up the cherub's eye , That dims its mother's with a tear ! " Oh ! who would be a seaman's wife ! " Oh ! who would bear a seaman's child ! " To tremble for her husband's life ! " To weep - because her infant smiled ...
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The Poetic Reciter; Or, Beauties of the British Poets: Adapted for Reading ... Henry Marlen Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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?
Side 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.