PAGE The Destruction of Sennacherib The Burial of William the Conqueror Mrs. Hemans. 112 Address to an Egyptian Mummy Horace Smith. 131 The Arab's Farewell to his Horse Mrs. Norton. 141 The Love of the World Reproved Folly of Attempting to Please all Mankind Foote. 215 The Midnight Review Mery and Barthélemy. 233 DRAMATIC RECITATIONS— Shaksperian. All the World's a Stage . 259 260 . Richard the Second on Kingly Greatness Hotspur's Description of a Fop Henry the Fifth to his Troops before Harfleur 266 Gloster's Soliloquy after Killing Henry the Sixth 269 “ Now is the Winter of our Discontent" 270 Mercutio's Description of Queen Mab Hamlet on his Mother's Marriage Othello's Address to the Senate Macbeth's Soliloquy on the Murder of Duncan Address to the Air-Drawn Dagger Coriolanus to the Romans on his Banishment Antony's Address to Cæsar's Body Antony's Oration over Cæsar's Body DRAMATIC RECITATIONS— Miscellaneous. Cato on the Immortality of the Soul Addison. 300 Tell's Address to the Alps Sheridan Knowles. 301 Rienzi's Address to the Romans Miss Mitford. 305 . “Oh, where is the knight or the squire so bold As to dive to the howling Charybdis below ?- And o'er it already the dark waters flow; He spoke, and the cup from the terrible steep, That, rugged and hoary, hung over the verge Swirled into the maëlstrom that maddened the surge. “And where is the diver so stout to goI ask ye again-to the deep below ?” And the knights and the squires that gathered around, Stood silent—and fixed on the ocean their eyes ; They looked on the dismal and savage Profound, And the peril chilled back every thought of the prize. And thrice spoke the monarch—“The cup to win, Is there never a wight who will venture in ?" B And all as before heard in silence the king, Till a youth with an aspect unfearing but gentle, 'Mid the tremulous squires—stepped out from the ring, Unbuckling his girdle, and doffing his mantle; One glance on the gulf of that merciless main, Casts roaringly up the Charybdis again; As when fire is with water commixed and contending, And the spray of its wrath to the welkin up-soars, And flood upon flood hurries on, never ending ; And it never will rest, nor from travail be free, Like a sea that is labouring the birth of a sea. Yet, at length, comes a lull o'er the mighty commotion, And dark through the whiteness, and still through theswell, The whirlpool cleaves downward and downward in ocean A yawning abyss, like the pathway to hell ; That path through the riven abyss closed again, And behold! he is whirled in the grasp of the main ! From the grave of the deep, sounding hollow and fell, Or save when the tremulous sighing lament Thrilled from lip unto lip, “Gallant youth, fare thee well! |
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