Exercises in Reading and RecitationJonathan Barber author, 1828 - 251 من الصفحات |
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... passing tribute of a sigh . Their names , their years , spelt by the unletter'd Muse , The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews → That teach the rustic moralist to die . For who , to dumb ...
... passing tribute of a sigh . Their names , their years , spelt by the unletter'd Muse , The place of fame and elegy supply ; And many a holy text around she strews → That teach the rustic moralist to die . For who , to dumb ...
الصفحة 13
... done , She gave me for my pains a world of sighs ! She swore , " In faith ' twas strange , ' twas passing strange ; ' Twas pitiful , ' twas wondrous pitiful : " 2 IN ELOCUTION 13 In speaking for myself; yet, by your patience...
... done , She gave me for my pains a world of sighs ! She swore , " In faith ' twas strange , ' twas passing strange ; ' Twas pitiful , ' twas wondrous pitiful : " 2 IN ELOCUTION 13 In speaking for myself; yet, by your patience...
الصفحة 26
... pass the saying that is written- " Death is swal- lowed up in victory . " O Death ! where is thy sting ? O Grave ! where is thy victory ? The sting of death is sin ; and the strength of sin is the law . But thanks be to God , who giveth ...
... pass the saying that is written- " Death is swal- lowed up in victory . " O Death ! where is thy sting ? O Grave ! where is thy victory ? The sting of death is sin ; and the strength of sin is the law . But thanks be to God , who giveth ...
الصفحة 47
... passes in review , like the figures of a procession ; some may be awkward , others ill dressed ; but none but a fool is , for this , enraged with the mas- ter of the ceremonies . I remember to have once seen a slave , in a forti ...
... passes in review , like the figures of a procession ; some may be awkward , others ill dressed ; but none but a fool is , for this , enraged with the mas- ter of the ceremonies . I remember to have once seen a slave , in a forti ...
الصفحة 51
... rivulets dance their wayward round ; And beauty , born of murmuring sound , Shall pass into her face . " And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form IN ELOCUTION . 51 Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence ...
... rivulets dance their wayward round ; And beauty , born of murmuring sound , Shall pass into her face . " And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form IN ELOCUTION . 51 Irradiate, there plant eyes, all mist from thence ...
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الصفحة 127 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
الصفحة 50 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
الصفحة 57 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more...
الصفحة 154 - 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 147 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
الصفحة 143 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
الصفحة 58 - 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.
الصفحة 127 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, 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.
الصفحة 64 - Having therefore obtained help of God, I continue unto this day, witnessing both to small and great, saying none other things than those which the prophets and Moses did say should come : that Christ should suffer, and that he should be the first that should rise from the dead, and should shew light unto the people, and to the Gentiles.
الصفحة 148 - tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre; I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas! it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,