The book of recitations [ed.] by C.W. Smith |
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... seemed short to the while , Though , proffer the Highlands , nay , all the green isle , With length of existence no man can enjoy , The same to endure , the dread proffer I'd fly ! The thrice - threatened pangs of last night to forego ...
... seemed short to the while , Though , proffer the Highlands , nay , all the green isle , With length of existence no man can enjoy , The same to endure , the dread proffer I'd fly ! The thrice - threatened pangs of last night to forego ...
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... seemed Far off the flying fiend . At last appear Hell - bounds , high reaching to the horrid roof , And thrice three - fold the gates , three folds were brass , Three iron , three of adamantine rock , Impenetrable , impaled with ...
... seemed Far off the flying fiend . At last appear Hell - bounds , high reaching to the horrid roof , And thrice three - fold the gates , three folds were brass , Three iron , three of adamantine rock , Impenetrable , impaled with ...
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... seemed to thee so stern . " Thou wert the first , the first , fair child That in mine arms I pressed : Thou wert the bright one , that hast smiled Like summer on my breast ! I reared thee as an eagle , To the chase thy steps I led , I ...
... seemed to thee so stern . " Thou wert the first , the first , fair child That in mine arms I pressed : Thou wert the bright one , that hast smiled Like summer on my breast ! I reared thee as an eagle , To the chase thy steps I led , I ...
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... lo ! the universal air Seemed lit with ghastly flame ; - Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes Were looking down in blame : I took the dead man by his hand , And called upon his name ! " Oh God ! it made me quake to see 50 POETIC.
... lo ! the universal air Seemed lit with ghastly flame ; - Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes Were looking down in blame : I took the dead man by his hand , And called upon his name ! " Oh God ! it made me quake to see 50 POETIC.
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... souls , And mine so black and grim ! I could not share in childish prayer , Nor join in Evening Hymn : Like a Devil of the Pit I seemed , ' Mid holy Cherubim ! “ And peace went with them , one and all RECITATIONS . 51.
... souls , And mine so black and grim ! I could not share in childish prayer , Nor join in Evening Hymn : Like a Devil of the Pit I seemed , ' Mid holy Cherubim ! “ And peace went with them , one and all RECITATIONS . 51.
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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
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211 ページ - 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.
130 ページ - 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!
275 ページ - 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...
19 ページ - 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.
282 ページ - 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...
260 ページ - 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.
63 ページ - 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.
278 ページ - 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.
274 ページ - 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.
210 ページ - 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.