Dick's Recitations and Readings, 第 6 号Dick & Fitzgerald, 1877 |
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... rest , the tumult vague and wild , Drifting , like storm - tossed clouds , around the mother and her child- While she , distinct in raiments white , stands silently the while , And sheds through torn and bleeding hair the same ...
... rest , the tumult vague and wild , Drifting , like storm - tossed clouds , around the mother and her child- While she , distinct in raiments white , stands silently the while , And sheds through torn and bleeding hair the same ...
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... rest ! " say some ; " With yet new gods our Pantheon he supplies , " Say others ; till , to banish all surmise , They bid him up to Areopagus , Where , high in state , they hold a grand assize , Beneath the open sky most glorious ; Then ...
... rest ! " say some ; " With yet new gods our Pantheon he supplies , " Say others ; till , to banish all surmise , They bid him up to Areopagus , Where , high in state , they hold a grand assize , Beneath the open sky most glorious ; Then ...
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... rest . But it was too late now . The lady went on : " Finally Scrimmy wrote something that riled Huggins awful . So he sent him a civil note , saying that he'd bore a hole in him first chance . I've got the note in my desk there . That ...
... rest . But it was too late now . The lady went on : " Finally Scrimmy wrote something that riled Huggins awful . So he sent him a civil note , saying that he'd bore a hole in him first chance . I've got the note in my desk there . That ...
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... rest in my own . Bless , I entreat , my winding sheet , My children , I beg of you ! And with holy water sprinkle my shroud , And sprinkle my coffin , too . And let me be chain'd in my coffin of stone , And fasten it strong , I implore ...
... rest in my own . Bless , I entreat , my winding sheet , My children , I beg of you ! And with holy water sprinkle my shroud , And sprinkle my coffin , too . And let me be chain'd in my coffin of stone , And fasten it strong , I implore ...
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... rest in my grave . " The old woman of Berkeley laid her down , And her eyes grew deadly dim ; Short came her breath , and the struggle of death Did loosen every limb . They blessed the old woman's winding - sheet With rites and prayers ...
... rest in my grave . " The old woman of Berkeley laid her down , And her eyes grew deadly dim ; Short came her breath , and the struggle of death Did loosen every limb . They blessed the old woman's winding - sheet With rites and prayers ...
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133 ページ - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: "Strike ! till the last armed foe expires ! Strike ! for your altars and your fires ! Strike ! for the green graves of your sires ; God, and your native land...
141 ページ - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
77 ページ - Never gave the enraptured air), There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling, Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering, Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering, And like fowls in a farmyard when barley is scattering Out came the children running : All the little boys and girls, With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls, And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls, Tripping and skipping ran merrily after The wonderful music with shouting...
138 ページ - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
163 ページ - They chant their artless notes in simple guise; They tune their hearts, by far the noblest aim : Perhaps ' Dundee's ' wild warbling measures rise, Or plaintive *• Martyrs...
73 ページ - Come in!" — the Mayor cried, looking bigger: And in did come the strangest figure! His queer long coat from heel to head Was half of yellow and half of red, And he himself was tall and thin, With sharp blue eyes, each like a pin, And light loose hair, yet swarthy skin, No tuft on cheek nor beard on chin, But lips where smiles went out and in; There was no guessing his kith and kin: And nobody could enough admire The tall man and his quaint attire. Quoth one: "It's as my great-grandsire Starting...
141 ページ - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; — Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide, — And now I am come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.
78 ページ - And honey-bees had lost their stings, And horses were born with eagles' wings; And just as I became assured My lame foot would be speedily cured, The music stopped and I stood still, And found myself outside the hill, Left alone against my will, To go now limping as before, And never hear of that country more!
77 ページ - As the Piper turned from the High Street To where the Weser rolled its waters Right in the way of their sons and daughters! However he turned from South to West, And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed , And after him the children pressed; Great was the joy in every breast.
163 ページ - The priest-like father reads the sacred page; How Abram was the friend of God on high; Or Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny; Or how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire; Or Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.