The English elocutionist, a collection of the finest passages of poetry and eloquence, by C. Hartley1872 |
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... crown , his signet - ring , King Robert's self in features , form , and heigl.t , But all transfigured with angelic light ! It was an Angel ; and his presence there With a divine effulgence filled the air , An exaltation , piercing the ...
... crown , his signet - ring , King Robert's self in features , form , and heigl.t , But all transfigured with angelic light ! It was an Angel ; and his presence there With a divine effulgence filled the air , An exaltation , piercing the ...
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... CROWNS have their compass , length of days their date , Triumphs their tombs , felicities their fate ; Of more than earth can earth make none partaker , But knowledge makes the king most like his Maker . Ascribed to SHAKESPEARE . THE ...
... CROWNS have their compass , length of days their date , Triumphs their tombs , felicities their fate ; Of more than earth can earth make none partaker , But knowledge makes the king most like his Maker . Ascribed to SHAKESPEARE . THE ...
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... crown , And her arms along the deep proudly shone ; By each gun the lighted brand , In a bold determined hand , And the prince of all the land Led them on . Like leviathans afloat , Lay their bulwarks on the brine ; While the sign of ...
... crown , And her arms along the deep proudly shone ; By each gun the lighted brand , In a bold determined hand , And the prince of all the land Led them on . Like leviathans afloat , Lay their bulwarks on the brine ; While the sign of ...
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... crown advancing , First to the lively pipe his hand addressed , But soon he saw the brisk - awakening viol , Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best . They would have thought , who heard the strain , They saw in Tempe's vale her ...
... crown advancing , First to the lively pipe his hand addressed , But soon he saw the brisk - awakening viol , Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best . They would have thought , who heard the strain , They saw in Tempe's vale her ...
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... crown to light the brows- " He giveth His beloved , sleep . " What do we give to our beloved ? A little faith all undisproved , A little dust to over weep , And bitter memories to make The whole earth blasted for 66 THE SLEEP . The ...
... crown to light the brows- " He giveth His beloved , sleep . " What do we give to our beloved ? A little faith all undisproved , A little dust to over weep , And bitter memories to make The whole earth blasted for 66 THE SLEEP . The ...
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12 stamps angels Annabel Lee battle beautiful bells bird blood bosom brave breast breath brow Brutus Cæsar Caius Verres cloth gilt cried Crown 8vo dark dead death deep doth dream earth Erin go bragh eyes fair father fear FELICIA HEMANS free for 42 Garden glory grave GROOMBRIDGE & SONS hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre honour hour Illustrated Inchcape Rock JULIUS CÆSAR King land light live Lochinvar look LORD BYRON Lords ne'er never Nevermore night numbers o'er once PATERNOSTER ROW post free prayer quoth Roman rose round Samian wine SARA WOOD Scythians Sea Kale SHAKESPEARE'S slave sleep smile song soul sound spirit Stories sweet sword tears tell thee thou thought twas voice Warren Hastings waves weep wild wind word young
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23 ページ - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
62 ページ - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
214 ページ - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
173 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...
47 ページ - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
52 ページ - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
63 ページ - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
95 ページ - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
37 ページ - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
207 ページ - 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; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master...