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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... child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood , Land of the mountain and the flood , Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er unite the filial band , That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still , as I view each well - known scene ...
... child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood , Land of the mountain and the flood , Land of my sires ! what mortal hand Can e'er unite the filial band , That knits me to thy rugged strand ! Still , as I view each well - known scene ...
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... child ! how pleased was I , When news of Nelson's victory came , Along the crowded streets to fly , And see the lighted windows flame ! To force me home my mother sought ; She could not bear to see my joy ; For with my father's life ...
... child ! how pleased was I , When news of Nelson's victory came , Along the crowded streets to fly , And see the lighted windows flame ! To force me home my mother sought ; She could not bear to see my joy ; For with my father's life ...
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... 66 Puss , though I own thy quicker parts , " Things are not always done by starts ; " You may deride my awkward pace , " But slow and steady wins the race . " WE ARE SEVEN . -A simple Child , That lightly 6 THE POETIC RECITER .
... 66 Puss , though I own thy quicker parts , " Things are not always done by starts ; " You may deride my awkward pace , " But slow and steady wins the race . " WE ARE SEVEN . -A simple Child , That lightly 6 THE POETIC RECITER .
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Henry Marlen. WE ARE SEVEN . -A simple Child , That lightly draws his breath , And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with ...
Henry Marlen. WE ARE SEVEN . -A simple Child , That lightly draws his breath , And feels its life in every limb , What should it know of death ? I met a little cottage Girl : She was eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with ...
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... child whom many fathers share , Hath seldom known a father's care ; " Tis thus in friendships ; who depend On many , rarely find a friend . A Hare , who in a civil way , Comply'd with every thing , they say , Was known by all the ...
... child whom many fathers share , Hath seldom known a father's care ; " Tis thus in friendships ; who depend On many , rarely find a friend . A Hare , who in a civil way , Comply'd with every thing , they say , Was known by all the ...
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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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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.