The poetic reciter; or, Beauties of the British poets: adapted for reading and recitation, in public and private seminaries. Com piled by H. Marlen |
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still cried the crowd ; My mother answered with her tears . " Why are you crying thus , " said I , " While others laugh and shout with joy ? " She kiss'd me , and , with such a sigh ! She call'd me her poor Orphan Boy .
still cried the crowd ; My mother answered with her tears . " Why are you crying thus , " said I , " While others laugh and shout with joy ? " She kiss'd me , and , with such a sigh ! She call'd me her poor Orphan Boy .
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Here never could the spearman pass , Or forester , unmoved ; Here oft the tear - besprinkled grass Llewellyn's sorrow proved . And here he hung his horn and spear ; And , oft as evening fell , In fancy's piercing sounds would hear Poor ...
Here never could the spearman pass , Or forester , unmoved ; Here oft the tear - besprinkled grass Llewellyn's sorrow proved . And here he hung his horn and spear ; And , oft as evening fell , In fancy's piercing sounds would hear Poor ...
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On the forecastle Maratan stood , And poured forth his sorrowful tale ; His tears fell unseen in the flood , And his ... Accursed be the merciless band , That his love could from Maratan tear ; And blasted this impotent hand , That was ...
On the forecastle Maratan stood , And poured forth his sorrowful tale ; His tears fell unseen in the flood , And his ... Accursed be the merciless band , That his love could from Maratan tear ; And blasted this impotent hand , That was ...
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... And wipes the tears from widows eyes : " Their crimes on gold shall misers lay , " Who pawned their sordid souls for pay ? " Let bravoes then ( when blood is spilt ) " Upbraid the passive sword with guilt . " THE SOLDIER'S GRAVE .
... And wipes the tears from widows eyes : " Their crimes on gold shall misers lay , " Who pawned their sordid souls for pay ? " Let bravoes then ( when blood is spilt ) " Upbraid the passive sword with guilt . " THE SOLDIER'S GRAVE .
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There were tears that fell from manly eyes , There was woman's gentler weeping , And the wailing of age and infant cries , O'er the grave where he lies sleeping . He had left his home in his spirit's pride , With his father's sword and ...
There were tears that fell from manly eyes , There was woman's gentler weeping , And the wailing of age and infant cries , O'er the grave where he lies sleeping . He had left his home in his spirit's pride , With his father's sword and ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.
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| Title | The poetic reciter; or, Beauties of the British poets: adapted for reading and recitation, in public and private seminaries. Com piled by H. Marlen |
| Author | Henry Marlen |
| Editor | Henry Marlen |
| Published | 1838 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 18 Oct 2006 |
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