The book of recitations [ed.] by C.W. Smith |
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Pagina 9
... poor , And the poor man loved the great : Then lands were fairly portioned ; Then spoils were fairly sold : The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old . * * * * Now while the Three were tightening Their harness on their ...
... poor , And the poor man loved the great : Then lands were fairly portioned ; Then spoils were fairly sold : The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old . * * * * Now while the Three were tightening Their harness on their ...
Pagina 29
... poor humanity , when he beheld That very Cosmo shaking o'er his fire , Drowsy , and deaf , and inarticulate , Wrapped in his night - gown , o'er a sick man's mess , In the last stage - death - struck and deadly pale , His wife , another ...
... poor humanity , when he beheld That very Cosmo shaking o'er his fire , Drowsy , and deaf , and inarticulate , Wrapped in his night - gown , o'er a sick man's mess , In the last stage - death - struck and deadly pale , His wife , another ...
Pagina 32
... thoughts Come crowding thickly up for utterance , And the poor common words of courtesy Are such an empty mockery - how much The bursting heart may pour itself in prayer ! He prayed for Israel - and his voice went up 32 POETIC 22.
... thoughts Come crowding thickly up for utterance , And the poor common words of courtesy Are such an empty mockery - how much The bursting heart may pour itself in prayer ! He prayed for Israel - and his voice went up 32 POETIC 22.
Pagina 59
... poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike the inevitable hour . The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the RECITATIONS . 59.
... poor . The boast of heraldry , the pomp of power , And all that beauty , all that wealth e'er gave , Await alike the inevitable hour . The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you , ye proud , impute to these the RECITATIONS . 59.
Pagina 66
... Whispered , and wept , and smiled ; Yet wore not long those fatal bands , And once , at shut of day , They drew him forth upon the sands , The foul hyena's prey . JASPAR . BY SOUTHEY . JASPAR was poor , and 66 POETIC.
... Whispered , and wept , and smiled ; Yet wore not long those fatal bands , And once , at shut of day , They drew him forth upon the sands , The foul hyena's prey . JASPAR . BY SOUTHEY . JASPAR was poor , and 66 POETIC.
Termeni și expresii frecvente
arms bear beauty beneath blood breast breath bright brother brow child cold cried dark dead death deep dread dream earth face fair fall father fear feel fell fire friends gave gazed give gold gone grave hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour king knew land leave light live lonely look Lord mind morn never night o'er once passed peace play poor pride proud replied rest rise rock roll rose round seemed seen side sigh silent sleep smile soon soul sound spirit stand stood stream strong sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought turned Twas voice waves wild wind young youth
Pasaje populare
Pagina 211 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Pagina 130 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird, or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Pagina 275 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Pagina 19 - Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Pagina 282 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn 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...
Pagina 260 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Pagina 63 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Pagina 278 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Pagina 274 - This is the state of man : To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; 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.
Pagina 210 - 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.