Exercises in Reading and RecitationJonathan Barber author, 1828 - 251 páginas |
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... bliss to its centre may fall ; But patience shall never depart ! Tho ' the wilds of enchantment , all vermil and bright , In the days of delusion by fancy combin'd With the vanishing phantoms of love and delight , Abandon my soul , like ...
... bliss to its centre may fall ; But patience shall never depart ! Tho ' the wilds of enchantment , all vermil and bright , In the days of delusion by fancy combin'd With the vanishing phantoms of love and delight , Abandon my soul , like ...
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... bliss- Ah that maternal smile - it answers - Yes . I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day , I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away , And , turning from my nursery window , drew A long , long sigh , and wept a last adieu ! But was ...
... bliss- Ah that maternal smile - it answers - Yes . I heard the bell toll'd on thy burial day , I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away , And , turning from my nursery window , drew A long , long sigh , and wept a last adieu ! But was ...
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... bliss beyond the grave . Tell your invaders this , and tell them too , we seek no change ; and least of all , such change as they would bring us . CATO'S SOLILOQUY . It must be so— ADDISON . -Plato , thou reasonest well ! Else whence ...
... bliss beyond the grave . Tell your invaders this , and tell them too , we seek no change ; and least of all , such change as they would bring us . CATO'S SOLILOQUY . It must be so— ADDISON . -Plato , thou reasonest well ! Else whence ...
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... bliss , That dearest bliss , the power of blessing thee ! " Here ceas'd the youth : yet still his speaking eye Express'd the sacred triumph of his soul , With conscious virtue , gratitude , and love , Above the vulgar joy divinely rais ...
... bliss , That dearest bliss , the power of blessing thee ! " Here ceas'd the youth : yet still his speaking eye Express'd the sacred triumph of his soul , With conscious virtue , gratitude , and love , Above the vulgar joy divinely rais ...
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... bliss so small ; And oft I wish , amidst the scene , to find Some spot to real happiness consigned , " Where my worn soul , each wandering hope at rest , May gather bliss to see my fellows blest . But where to find that happiest spot ...
... bliss so small ; And oft I wish , amidst the scene , to find Some spot to real happiness consigned , " Where my worn soul , each wandering hope at rest , May gather bliss to see my fellows blest . But where to find that happiest spot ...
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angel Antium Arcot arms battle behold bliss blood breast breath Brutus Cæsar CARDINAL WOLSEY Cassius Cesar cloud Coriolanus dark dead death deep divine dreadful earth Erin go bragh eternal eyes fair father fear feel friends give glory hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hell Hevey honour hope hour house of Bourbon human Hyder Ali Ithuriel Jesus king light live Lochiel look Lord lyre mind morn mountain nature never night noble o'er once pain peace Pharisees pool of Siloam praise pray proud rocks sacred Samaria Satan scene shade SHAKSPEARE sigh sight sleep smile soldiers song soul sound speak spirit stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tion truth twas unto vex'd virtue voice waters wave Waverly wild wings Zephon
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 57 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Página 154 - 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.
Página 147 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
Página 143 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Página 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.
Página 127 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, 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.
Página 64 - Having therefore obtained help of God, I continue unto this day, witnessing both to small and great, saying none other things than those which the prophets and Moses did say should come : that Christ should suffer, and that he should be the first that should rise from the dead, and should shew light unto the people, and to the Gentiles.
Página 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,