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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... wandering harper , scorned and poor , He begged his bread from door to door ; And tuned , to please a peasant's ear , The harp , a king had loved to hear . He passed where Newark's stately tower Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower ...
... wandering harper , scorned and poor , He begged his bread from door to door ; And tuned , to please a peasant's ear , The harp , a king had loved to hear . He passed where Newark's stately tower Looks out from Yarrow's birchen bower ...
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... said , This is my own , my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned , As home his footsteps he hath turned , From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe , go , mark him well THE POETIC RECITER . 3.
... said , This is my own , my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned , As home his footsteps he hath turned , From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe , go , mark him well THE POETIC RECITER . 3.
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... wandering eye . Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks , From every host , from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks , It is the Star of Bethlehem . Once on the raging seas I rode , The storm was loud - the night was dark , The ...
... wandering eye . Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks , From every host , from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks , It is the Star of Bethlehem . Once on the raging seas I rode , The storm was loud - the night was dark , The ...
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... wander the ruins about . " I myself , like a school - boy , should tremble to hear " The hoarse ivy shake over my head ; " And could fancy I saw , half - persuaded by fear , " Some ugly old abbot's grim spirit appear , " For this wind ...
... wander the ruins about . " I myself , like a school - boy , should tremble to hear " The hoarse ivy shake over my head ; " And could fancy I saw , half - persuaded by fear , " Some ugly old abbot's grim spirit appear , " For this wind ...
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... wandering fisherman , to be " A wretched , lonely wife , and dread " Each breath that blows , when he's at sea ! " Not long was Anna wed . One pledge Of tender love her bosom bore : The storm comes down ! the billows rage ! Its father ...
... wandering fisherman , to be " A wretched , lonely wife , and dread " Each breath that blows , when he's at sea ! " Not long was Anna wed . One pledge Of tender love her bosom bore : The storm comes down ! the billows rage ! Its father ...
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arms behold Belshazzar beneath beneath the sky black crows blessed blest bosom breast breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar clouds cold cried dark dead dear death deep dread dream earth eternal fair fame fate father fear fire flame flowers gazed Gelert glory glow grave Greece hand harp hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hope hour life's light lisp live Lochiel Lochinvar lonely look Lord Lyre Macgregor maid morn mother mourn ne'er Netherby never night numbers o'er pale poor praise pride proud rapture rill round scene seraph shade shore sigh silent sleep smile sorrow soul sound spirit Star of Bethlehem stood storm stream sweet sword tear tempest thee thine thou thought thunder Tis green Tom Long trembling Twas voice wandering waves weep wild wind wings young youth
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Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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?
Страница 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.