Exercises in Reading and Recitationauthor, 1828 - 251 pagini |
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Pagina 8
... Proud ! impute to these the fault , If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where , thro ' the long - drawn aisle , and fretted vault , The pealing anthem swells the note of praise . Can storied urn , or animated bust , Back to ...
... Proud ! impute to these the fault , If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise , Where , thro ' the long - drawn aisle , and fretted vault , The pealing anthem swells the note of praise . Can storied urn , or animated bust , Back to ...
Pagina 21
... Proud Troy they hated , and her guilty race . The troops exulting sat in order round , And beaming fires illumin'd all the ground . As when the Moon , refulgent lamp of night ! O'er heav'ns clear azure spreads her sacred light , When ...
... Proud Troy they hated , and her guilty race . The troops exulting sat in order round , And beaming fires illumin'd all the ground . As when the Moon , refulgent lamp of night ! O'er heav'ns clear azure spreads her sacred light , When ...
Pagina 24
... proud submission , -that dignified obedience , subordination of the heart , which kept alive , even in servitude itself , the spirit of an exalted freedom . The unbought grace of life , the cheap defence of nations , the nurse of manly ...
... proud submission , -that dignified obedience , subordination of the heart , which kept alive , even in servitude itself , the spirit of an exalted freedom . The unbought grace of life , the cheap defence of nations , the nurse of manly ...
Pagina 37
... proud arch the fires of ruin glow , His blood - dy'd waters murmuring far below ; The storm prevails , the rampart yields away , Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay ! Hark ! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall , A thousand ...
... proud arch the fires of ruin glow , His blood - dy'd waters murmuring far below ; The storm prevails , the rampart yields away , Bursts the wild cry of horror and dismay ! Hark ! as the smouldering piles with thunder fall , A thousand ...
Pagina 38
Jonathan Barber. Proud Cumberland prances , insulting the slain , And their hoof - beaten bosoms are trod to the plain ... Proud bird of the mountain , thy plume shall be torn ! Say , rush'd the bold eagle exultingly forth , From his home ...
Jonathan Barber. Proud Cumberland prances , insulting the slain , And their hoof - beaten bosoms are trod to the plain ... Proud bird of the mountain , thy plume shall be torn ! Say , rush'd the bold eagle exultingly forth , From his home ...
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 43 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Pagina 42 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pagina 42 - 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 honorable 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 honorable man.
Pagina 59 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Pagina 105 - For I can raise no money by vile means: 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.
Pagina 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,
Pagina 53 - His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth defied Changed his hand, and checked his pride. He chose a 'mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood...
Pagina 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.