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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... tell , That they should tend the old man well : For she had known adversity , Though born in such a high degree ; In pride of power , in beauty's bloom , Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb ! When kindness had his wants supplied , And ...
... tell , That they should tend the old man well : For she had known adversity , Though born in such a high degree ; In pride of power , in beauty's bloom , Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb ! When kindness had his wants supplied , And ...
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... tell . " She answered , " Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea . Two of us in the church - yard lie , My sister and my brother , I And , in the church - yard cottage , Dwell near them with my mother ...
... tell . " She answered , " Seven are we ; And two of us at Conway dwell , And two are gone to sea . Two of us in the church - yard lie , My sister and my brother , I And , in the church - yard cottage , Dwell near them with my mother ...
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... tell " That I sincerely wish you well , " I may , without offence , pretend " To take the freedom of a friend ; " Love calls me hence ; a fav'rite cow " Expects me near yon barley - mow ; " And when a lady's in the case , " You know ...
... tell " That I sincerely wish you well , " I may , without offence , pretend " To take the freedom of a friend ; " Love calls me hence ; a fav'rite cow " Expects me near yon barley - mow ; " And when a lady's in the case , " You know ...
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... tell them , if he knew , Whether the thing was green or blue . -- " Sirs , " cries the umpire , " cease your pother ; " The creature's neither one nor t'other . " I caught the animal last night , " And viewed it o'er by candle - light ...
... tell them , if he knew , Whether the thing was green or blue . -- " Sirs , " cries the umpire , " cease your pother ; " The creature's neither one nor t'other . " I caught the animal last night , " And viewed it o'er by candle - light ...
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... tell us what is to befal , Can't prophesy themselves at all . ) The morning came , when neighbour Hodge , Who long had marked his airy lodge , And destined all the treasure there A gift to his expecting fair , Climbed like a squirrel to ...
... tell us what is to befal , Can't prophesy themselves at all . ) The morning came , when neighbour Hodge , Who long had marked his airy lodge , And destined all the treasure there A gift to his expecting fair , Climbed like a squirrel to ...
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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.