The book of recitations [ed.] by C.W. Smith |
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... my eye , And I'll hold thee the dearest that rides by my side ; And thine arms shall embrace as thy bride , I decree , The maiden whose pity now pleadeth for thee . " And heaven , as he listened , spoke out from RECITATIONS . 5.
... my eye , And I'll hold thee the dearest that rides by my side ; And thine arms shall embrace as thy bride , I decree , The maiden whose pity now pleadeth for thee . " And heaven , as he listened , spoke out from RECITATIONS . 5.
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... side , And keep the bridge with thee . " " Horatius , " quoth the Consul , " As thou say'st , so let it be . " And straight against that great array Forth went the dauntless Three . For Romans in Rome's quarrel Spared neither land nor ...
... side , And keep the bridge with thee . " " Horatius , " quoth the Consul , " As thou say'st , so let it be . " And straight against that great array Forth went the dauntless Three . For Romans in Rome's quarrel Spared neither land nor ...
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... side , And , with his harness on his back , Plunged headlong in the tide . No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes in dumb surprise , With parted lips and straining eyes , Stood gazing where he sank ...
... side , And , with his harness on his back , Plunged headlong in the tide . No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank ; But friends and foes in dumb surprise , With parted lips and straining eyes , Stood gazing where he sank ...
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... side To thy heart thy hand shall guide : Crownless , breathless , headless fall , Son and sire , the house of Saul ! ” THE FATAL SISTERS . TRANSLATED FROM THE NORSE TONGUE , BY GRAY . Now the storm begins to lower , ( Haste , the loom ...
... side To thy heart thy hand shall guide : Crownless , breathless , headless fall , Son and sire , the house of Saul ! ” THE FATAL SISTERS . TRANSLATED FROM THE NORSE TONGUE , BY GRAY . Now the storm begins to lower , ( Haste , the loom ...
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... side . This night the proud chief his presumption shall rue ; Rise , brother , these chinks in his heart - blood will glue ; Thy fantasies frightful shall flit on the wing , When loud with thy bugle Glen - Lyon shall ring . " Like ...
... side . This night the proud chief his presumption shall rue ; Rise , brother , these chinks in his heart - blood will glue ; Thy fantasies frightful shall flit on the wing , When loud with thy bugle Glen - Lyon shall ring . " Like ...
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.