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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... Sleep . 231 • To Britain 211 Othello's Apology • 251 Friendship , Love , and Truth 224 Marcellus's Speech to the The Dial . 246 Mob • 259 The Stranger & his Friend 263 Cassius against Cæsar 265 Religion 277 Cardinal Wolsey on his Fall ...
... Sleep . 231 • To Britain 211 Othello's Apology • 251 Friendship , Love , and Truth 224 Marcellus's Speech to the The Dial . 246 Mob • 259 The Stranger & his Friend 263 Cassius against Cæsar 265 Religion 277 Cardinal Wolsey on his Fall ...
الصفحة 18
... sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him . But half of our heavy task was done , When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing . Slowly and sadly we laid ...
... sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him . But half of our heavy task was done , When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing . Slowly and sadly we laid ...
الصفحة 20
... sleep , and the wounded to die . When reposing that night on my pallet of straw , By the wolf - scaring fagot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw , And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again ...
... sleep , and the wounded to die . When reposing that night on my pallet of straw , By the wolf - scaring fagot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw , And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again ...
الصفحة 23
... Sleep closed the murderer's eyes ; In every dream the murderer saw Young Edmund's form arise ! -Slow were the ... sleep , - To sleep - but not to rest . 22 : 1 " Beyond my sight the prey's secure THE POETIC RECITER . 23.
... Sleep closed the murderer's eyes ; In every dream the murderer saw Young Edmund's form arise ! -Slow were the ... sleep , - To sleep - but not to rest . 22 : 1 " Beyond my sight the prey's secure THE POETIC RECITER . 23.
الصفحة 23
... Sleep closed the mul In every dream the m Young Edmund's form-- -Slow were the The months appeли ... And now the day rompt With terror Williams ... A day that William novos Return without dismar For well had conscience . Young Edmund's ...
... Sleep closed the mul In every dream the m Young Edmund's form-- -Slow were the The months appeли ... And now the day rompt With terror Williams ... A day that William novos Return without dismar For well had conscience . Young Edmund's ...
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الصفحة 283 - 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 honourable man.
الصفحة 274 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
الصفحة 294 - 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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?
الصفحة 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.