The book of recitations [ed.] by C.W. Smith |
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... turned their faces , And on the farther shore Saw brave Horatius stand alone , They would have crossed once more . But with a crash like thunder Fell every loosened beam , And , like a dam , the mighty wreck Lay right athwart the stream ...
... turned their faces , And on the farther shore Saw brave Horatius stand alone , They would have crossed once more . But with a crash like thunder Fell every loosened beam , And , like a dam , the mighty wreck Lay right athwart the stream ...
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... turned he , as not deigning Those craven ranks to see ; Nought spake he to Lars Porsena , To Sextus nought spake he ; But he saw on Palatinus The white porch of his home ; And he spake to the noble river That rolls by the towers of Rome ...
... turned he , as not deigning Those craven ranks to see ; Nought spake he to Lars Porsena , To Sextus nought spake he ; But he saw on Palatinus The white porch of his home ; And he spake to the noble river That rolls by the towers of Rome ...
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... turned his red eye to the braes of Strathfillan : " Go , Malcolm , to sleep , let the clans be dismissed ; The Campbells this night for Macgregor must rest . ” - " Macgregor , Macgregor , our scouts have been flying , Three days , round ...
... turned his red eye to the braes of Strathfillan : " Go , Malcolm , to sleep , let the clans be dismissed ; The Campbells this night for Macgregor must rest . ” - " Macgregor , Macgregor , our scouts have been flying , Three days , round ...
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... turned my chilled heart to a stone , The glory and name of Macgregor were gone ; That the pine , which for ages had shed a bright halo Afar on the mountains of Highland Glen - Falo , Should wither and fall ere the turn of yon moon Smit ...
... turned my chilled heart to a stone , The glory and name of Macgregor were gone ; That the pine , which for ages had shed a bright halo Afar on the mountains of Highland Glen - Falo , Should wither and fall ere the turn of yon moon Smit ...
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... turned his eye to the brook of Glen - Gyle . The fox fled in terror ; the eagle awoke As slumbering he dosed on the shelve of the rock ; Astonished , to hide in the moonbeam he flew And screwed the night - heaven till lost in the blue ...
... turned his eye to the brook of Glen - Gyle . The fox fled in terror ; the eagle awoke As slumbering he dosed on the shelve of the rock ; Astonished , to hide in the moonbeam he flew And screwed the night - heaven till lost in the blue ...
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arms bear beauty beneath blood breast breath bright brother brow child cold cried dark dead death deep dread dream earth face fair fall father fear feel fell fire friends gave gazed give gold gone grave hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour king knew land leave light live lonely look Lord mind morn never night o'er once passed peace play poor pride proud replied rest rise rock roll rose round seemed seen side sigh silent sleep smile soon soul sound spirit stand stood stream strong sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought turned Twas voice waves 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.