The English Orator: a Selection of Pieces for Reading & Recitation1833 - 216 страници |
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... stars Hide their diminish'd heads , -to thee I call , But with no friendly voice , and add thy name , O sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams , That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell , how glorious once above thy sphere ...
... stars Hide their diminish'd heads , -to thee I call , But with no friendly voice , and add thy name , O sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams , That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell , how glorious once above thy sphere ...
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... stars be dim , Yet let us think upon the vernal showers That gladden the green earth , and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars . And , hark ! the Nightingale begins its song , Most musical , most melancholy bird ! A ...
... stars be dim , Yet let us think upon the vernal showers That gladden the green earth , and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars . And , hark ! the Nightingale begins its song , Most musical , most melancholy bird ! A ...
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... in the dew ; And stars are twinkling from the depths of night , In evening's lingering glimmer , pale and few , But flashing thick and bright along the darker blue . H In the green covert of some leafy bay , Stretch'd 49.
... in the dew ; And stars are twinkling from the depths of night , In evening's lingering glimmer , pale and few , But flashing thick and bright along the darker blue . H In the green covert of some leafy bay , Stretch'd 49.
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... stars in ether float : And oft , when distant flute's faint echo smote On my hush'd senses , -listening with a sigh— Oh ! I have loved to fancy that the note Had wander'd from the music of the sky , And woo'd the poet's creed of spheral ...
... stars in ether float : And oft , when distant flute's faint echo smote On my hush'd senses , -listening with a sigh— Oh ! I have loved to fancy that the note Had wander'd from the music of the sky , And woo'd the poet's creed of spheral ...
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... star ; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb , Or whispering , with white lips- " The foe ! they come ! they come ! " And wild and high the " Camerons ' gathering " rose ! The war - note of Lochiel , which Albyn's hills Have ...
... star ; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb , Or whispering , with white lips- " The foe ! they come ! they come ! " And wild and high the " Camerons ' gathering " rose ! The war - note of Lochiel , which Albyn's hills Have ...
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Страница 162 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What ! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Страница 12 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Страница 132 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Страница 163 - Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Страница 133 - And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him ! He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake — His coward...
Страница 182 - To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Страница 77 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Страница 149 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah ! no ; —the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, ' Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come!
Страница 68 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Страница 148 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they?