The English elocutionist, a collection of the finest passages of poetry and eloquence, by C. Hartley1872 |
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... bird beneath their eaves . The free , fair homes of England ! Long , long , in hut and hall , May hearts of native proof be reared , · To guard each hallowed wall ! And green for ever be the groves , And bright the flowery sod , Where ...
... bird beneath their eaves . The free , fair homes of England ! Long , long , in hut and hall , May hearts of native proof be reared , · To guard each hallowed wall ! And green for ever be the groves , And bright the flowery sod , Where ...
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... 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 ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE . 37.
... 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 ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE . 37.
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... bird In danger shall not tarry ; So , though the waves are raging white , I'll row you o'er the ferry . " By this the storm grew loud apace , The water - wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were ...
... bird In danger shall not tarry ; So , though the waves are raging white , I'll row you o'er the ferry . " By this the storm grew loud apace , The water - wraith was shrieking ; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were ...
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... minster bells ringing- Come away ! The Earth is like Ocean , Wreck - strewn and in motion ; Bird , beast , man , and worm , Have crept out of the storm- Come away ! " Our boat has one sail , And the helmsman THE FUGITIVES . 101 Shelley.
... minster bells ringing- Come away ! The Earth is like Ocean , Wreck - strewn and in motion ; Bird , beast , man , and worm , Have crept out of the storm- Come away ! " Our boat has one sail , And the helmsman THE FUGITIVES . 101 Shelley.
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... birds sung love on every spray , Till too , too soon , the glowing west Proclaimed the speed of wingèd day . Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes , And fondly broods with miser care : Time but the impression deeper makes , As streams ...
... birds sung love on every spray , Till too , too soon , the glowing west Proclaimed the speed of wingèd day . Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes , And fondly broods with miser care : Time but the impression deeper makes , As streams ...
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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...