The reciter's companion; comprising the most popular recitations, comic tales [&c.].1848 |
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... wretch exclaims " Where hide my shameful head ? " How fly from scorn ? Oh , how contrive " To earn my honest bread ? " This branded hand would gladly toil ; " But when for work I pray , " Who sees this mark - A FELON ! ' cries , And ...
... wretch exclaims " Where hide my shameful head ? " How fly from scorn ? Oh , how contrive " To earn my honest bread ? " This branded hand would gladly toil ; " But when for work I pray , " Who sees this mark - A FELON ! ' cries , And ...
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... wretch from a watery grave . [ high , In many a battle when cannon have roar'd , And heroes have fallen whom the country adored , Where danger was great , there Ben you might find , For Old England his life he'd have freely resigned ...
... wretch from a watery grave . [ high , In many a battle when cannon have roar'd , And heroes have fallen whom the country adored , Where danger was great , there Ben you might find , For Old England his life he'd have freely resigned ...
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... Wretch ! thou shalt feel " The tortures thou'st inflicted , ere we part ; " And in my hand now gleam'd the fatal steel , I stabb'd - Oh God ! -my father to the heart ! " My pardon take , we meet again above , " Farewell ! " pressing my ...
... Wretch ! thou shalt feel " The tortures thou'st inflicted , ere we part ; " And in my hand now gleam'd the fatal steel , I stabb'd - Oh God ! -my father to the heart ! " My pardon take , we meet again above , " Farewell ! " pressing my ...
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... wretch ! " in wild anguish , he cried , " From country and liberty torn ! " Ah , Maratan , would thou hadst died , Ere o'er the salt waves thou wert borne . " Through the groves of Angola I stray'd , " Love and hope made my bosom their ...
... wretch ! " in wild anguish , he cried , " From country and liberty torn ! " Ah , Maratan , would thou hadst died , Ere o'er the salt waves thou wert borne . " Through the groves of Angola I stray'd , " Love and hope made my bosom their ...
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... , the friend of human woes , Who brings at last the sound repose- Death does at dreadful distance keep , And leaves one wretch to wake and weep . KILL OR CURE . A MEDICAL BARGAIN . One Hodge d 2 77 "And whensoe'er this road you come, ...
... , the friend of human woes , Who brings at last the sound repose- Death does at dreadful distance keep , And leaves one wretch to wake and weep . KILL OR CURE . A MEDICAL BARGAIN . One Hodge d 2 77 "And whensoe'er this road you come, ...
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Arrah black crows blood Bolus brow Brutus bull Cæsar call'd Cassius clown countreman cried cursed dear death dere devil dinner doctor door dreadful Duke e'er eyes farmer father fear Fiddle-de-dee fool gentleman George Benson ghost give grave hand haste head hear heard heart Heaven Hodge honour horse Husband Irish stew Jolter jonteel lady Lapstone laugh linguæ littel boy look look'd lord loud Madam Mary master Monsieur morn Mortlake mysen ne'er never night nose Numps o'er once pass'd poor portmanteau pray quoth replied Richard Penlake Romford round Saib Sally sare seem'd shilling Sir Phil sleep smile soon soul soup maigre sprite squire sure swear sweet tale tears tell thee there's thing thou thought TOM LONG tongue Twas twill Vell ween wife wild word wretch Xenophon Zounds
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Страница 148 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an houourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Страница 150 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Страница 148 - Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason...
Страница 237 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Страница 163 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Страница 237 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Страница 202 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
Страница 209 - Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. "And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Страница 206 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Страница 238 - Can well recall what then it heard. Where is thy native, simple heart, Devote to Virtue, Fancy, Art ? Arise, as in that elder time, Warm...