Werner's Readings and Recitations, Edição 16E.S. Werner, 1896 |
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... sweet words ! Fight ! Thou art not in Afrasiab's gardens now With Tartar girls with whom thou'rt wont to dance ; But on the Oxus ' sands , and in the dance Of battle , and with me who make no play Of war ; I fight it out , and hand to ...
... sweet words ! Fight ! Thou art not in Afrasiab's gardens now With Tartar girls with whom thou'rt wont to dance ; But on the Oxus ' sands , and in the dance Of battle , and with me who make no play Of war ; I fight it out , and hand to ...
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... sweet Were aloes and nard , as the youthful glow Which Amenti stole when the small , dark feet Wearied of treading our world below . Look ! it was flood - time in valley of Nile , Or a very wet day in the Delta , dear , When the ...
... sweet Were aloes and nard , as the youthful glow Which Amenti stole when the small , dark feet Wearied of treading our world below . Look ! it was flood - time in valley of Nile , Or a very wet day in the Delta , dear , When the ...
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... sweet confusion and softly answered " Nein . " He felt rebuffed , and knew not what best to say , and then A sudden thought came to him : He pleaded , " Make it ten ! " IN THE NURSERY . " W JEAN INGELOW . ́HERE 28 WERNER'S READINGS.
... sweet confusion and softly answered " Nein . " He felt rebuffed , and knew not what best to say , and then A sudden thought came to him : He pleaded , " Make it ten ! " IN THE NURSERY . " W JEAN INGELOW . ́HERE 28 WERNER'S READINGS.
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... sweet . Here they were beggar children in the street , And the dove said they had the prettiest things , And wore their best frocks every day . " " And wings , Had they no wings ? " 0 yes , and lined with white Like swallow wings , so ...
... sweet . Here they were beggar children in the street , And the dove said they had the prettiest things , And wore their best frocks every day . " " And wings , Had they no wings ? " 0 yes , and lined with white Like swallow wings , so ...
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... sweet as the lilt of a bird ! Acushla , ye set me heart batin ' to music wid ivery word ! An ' sorra the queen wid her sceptre in sich an illigant han ' , An ' the fall o ' yer foot in the dance was as light as snow an the lan ' . An ...
... sweet as the lilt of a bird ! Acushla , ye set me heart batin ' to music wid ivery word ! An ' sorra the queen wid her sceptre in sich an illigant han ' , An ' the fall o ' yer foot in the dance was as light as snow an the lan ' . An ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Afrasiab ALICE CARY arms Arnkel art thou Barr-Saggott Beighton blue bonnie song book contains breath Caligula child costume cried Dance Danny Deever dark dead dear death Delsarte dogs door Dowler dream Drill EDGAR eyes face Falstaff father fear fight girl grew Gudurz gwine hair hand hast head hear heard heart heaven Hiawatha humorous Ichabod JEAN INGELOW kiss Kitty knee knew lady light lips little missie Livius look Lord Mas'r mawkin Megone Minuet Mogg Molly monologue mother never night o'er Obenreizer Oxus Paddy Moore Pantomime Peran-Wisa Persian Pickwick PRINCE Recitations Rustum Scamman silent Simla sing sleep smile snow Sohrab song soul speak stood sweet talked Tartar tears tell thee thought to-morra touch Tullia Vendale voice Werner Winkle words ye'll yer Honor young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 83 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed: How all our copper had gone for his service!
Página 84 - ... his presence ; Songs may inspirit us, — not from his lyre ; Deeds will be done, — while he boasts his quiescence, Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire : Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more, One task more declined, one more footpath untrod, One more devils'-triumph and sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God...
Página 47 - As he approached the stream his heart began to thump. He summoned up, however, all his resolution, gave his horse half a score of kicks in the ribs, and attempted to dash briskly across the bridge ; but, instead of starting forward, the perverse old animal made a lateral movement, and ran broadside against the fence.
Página 20 - But let us speak no more of this! I find My father; let me feel that I have found! Come, sit beside me on this sand, and take My head betwixt thy hands, and kiss my cheeks, And wash them with thy tears, and say: My son!
Página 47 - Gunpowder, who dashed forward, snuffling and snorting, but came to a stand just by the bridge, with a suddenness that had nearly sent his rider sprawling over his head. Just at this moment a plashy tramp by the side of the bridge caught the sensitive ear of Ichabod. In the dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen, black, and towering.
Página 15 - And pledge each other in red wine, like friends, And thou shalt talk to me of Rustum's deeds. There are enough foes in the Persian host, Whom I may meet, and strike, and feel no pang; Champions enough Afrasiab has, whom thou May'st fight; fight them, when they confront thy spear: But oh, let there be peace 'twixt thee and me...
Página 48 - His heart began to sink within him; he endeavored to resume his psalm tune, but his parched tongue clove to the roof of his mouth and he could not utter a stave. There was something in the moody and dogged silence of this pertinacious companion that was mysterious and appalling. It was soon fearfully accounted for. On mounting a rising ground, which brought the figure of his fellow-traveler in relief against the sky, gigantic in height and muffled in a cloak, Ichabod was horrorstruck on perceiving...
Página 83 - We shall march prospering,— not thro' his presence; Songs may inspirit us,— not from his lyre; Deeds will be done,— while he boasts his quiescence, Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire...
Página 11 - There go ! — Thou wilt not ? Yet my heart forebodes Danger or death awaits thee on this field. Fain would I know thee safe and well, though lost To us; fain therefore send thee hence, in peace To seek thy father, not seek single fights In vain ; — but who can keep the lion's cub From ravening, and who govern Rustum's son? Go, I will grant thee what thy heart desires.
Página 37 - Kendal green, when it was so dark thou could'st not see thy hand ? come tell us your reason ; What sayest thou to this ? Poins. Come, your reason Jack, your reason. Fal. What, upon compulsion? No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion ! if reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. P.