The book of recitations [ed.] by C.W. Smith |
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... poor , And the poor man loved the great : Then lands were fairly portioned ; Then spoils were fairly sold : The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old . * * Now while the Three were tightening Their harness on their backs ...
... poor , And the poor man loved the great : Then lands were fairly portioned ; Then spoils were fairly sold : The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old . * * Now while the Three were tightening Their harness on their backs ...
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... poor humanity , when he beheld That very Cosmo shaking o'er his fire , Drowsy , and deaf , and inarticulate , Wrapped in his night - gown , o'er a sick man's mess , In the last stage - death - struck and deadly pale , His wife , another ...
... poor humanity , when he beheld That very Cosmo shaking o'er his fire , Drowsy , and deaf , and inarticulate , Wrapped in his night - gown , o'er a sick man's mess , In the last stage - death - struck and deadly pale , His wife , another ...
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... thickly up for utterance , And the poor common words of courtesy Are such an empty mockery - how much The bursting heart may pour itself in prayer ! He prayed for Israel - and his voice went up 32 POETIC 32 Absalom Willis.
... thickly up for utterance , And the poor common words of courtesy Are such an empty mockery - how much The bursting heart may pour itself in prayer ! He prayed for Israel - and his voice went up 32 POETIC 32 Absalom Willis.
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... poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike the inevitable hour . The paths of glory lead but to the grave . 9 Nor you , ye proud , impute to these RECITATIONS . 59 69.
... poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike the inevitable hour . The paths of glory lead but to the grave . 9 Nor you , ye proud , impute to these RECITATIONS . 59 69.
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... Whispered , and wept , and smiled ; Yet wore not long those fatal bands , And once , at shut of day , They drew him forth upon the sands , The foul hyena's prey . JASPAR . BY SOUTHEY . JASPAR was poor , and 66 POETIC.
... Whispered , and wept , and smiled ; Yet wore not long those fatal bands , And once , at shut of day , They drew him forth upon the sands , The foul hyena's prey . JASPAR . BY SOUTHEY . JASPAR was poor , and 66 POETIC.
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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.