The book of recitations [ed.] by C.W. Smith |
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... blood was he : " I will abide on thy left side , And keep the bridge with thee . " " Horatius , " quoth the Consul , " As thou say'st , so let it be . " And straight against that great array Forth went the dauntless Three . For Romans ...
... blood was he : " I will abide on thy left side , And keep the bridge with thee . " " Horatius , " quoth the Consul , " As thou say'st , so let it be . " And straight against that great array Forth went the dauntless Three . For Romans ...
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... bear Lies amidst bones and blood . Was none who would be foremost To lead such dire attack : But those behind cried " Forward ! " And those before cried " Back ! " And backward now and forward Wavers the deep array ; 10 POETIC 10 Peace.
... bear Lies amidst bones and blood . Was none who would be foremost To lead such dire attack : But those behind cried " Forward ! " And those before cried " Back ! " And backward now and forward Wavers the deep array ; 10 POETIC 10 Peace.
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... blood was flowing ; And he was sore in pain , And heavy with his armour , And spent with changing blows : And oft they thought him sinking , But still again he rose . Never , I ween did swimmer , In such an evil case , Struggle through ...
... blood was flowing ; And he was sore in pain , And heavy with his armour , And spent with changing blows : And oft they thought him sinking , But still again he rose . Never , I ween did swimmer , In such an evil case , Struggle through ...
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... blood will glue ; Thy fantasies frightful shall flit on the wing , When loud with thy bugle Glen - Lyon shall ring . " Like glimpse of the moon through the storm of the night , Macgregor's red eye shed one sparkle of light : It faded ...
... blood will glue ; Thy fantasies frightful shall flit on the wing , When loud with thy bugle Glen - Lyon shall ring . " Like glimpse of the moon through the storm of the night , Macgregor's red eye shed one sparkle of light : It faded ...
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... blood of Scio's vine ! Hark ! rising to the ignoble call- How answers each bold Bacchanal ! You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet , Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons , why forget The nobler and the manlier one ? You ...
... blood of Scio's vine ! Hark ! rising to the ignoble call- How answers each bold Bacchanal ! You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet , Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two such lessons , why forget The nobler and the manlier one ? You ...
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Absalom arms battle beauty beneath blood bosom bowed brave breast breath bright brother brow Cæsar clouds cold cried customed hill dark dead death deep dread dream earth Eleonora di Toledo EUGENE ARAM fair falchion father fear fell gazed Gelert gold grave hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hour Inchcape Rock Jaspar Julius Cæsar king knew Lars Porsena light lips live Lochiel lonely look Lord William loud Macgregor moon morn never Nevermore night numbers o'er once pale pride proud Quoth Quoth the Raven rock rose round Samian wine sate shone shore shout sigh silent slave sleep smile song soul Souliotes sound spake spirit steed stood stream strong sweet sword tears Thaïs thee thine thou thought Twas victorious bands voice wave weary weep wild wind young youth
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Страница 211 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Страница 130 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird, or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Страница 275 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Страница 19 - Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Страница 282 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn 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...
Страница 260 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Страница 63 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Страница 278 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Страница 274 - This is the state of man : To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Страница 210 - 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.