Werner's Readings and Recitations, Edição 16E.S. Werner, 1896 |
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... voice , The mighty voice of Rustum , and he saw His giant figure , and that head Streak'd with its 12 WERNER'S READINGS.
... voice , The mighty voice of Rustum , and he saw His giant figure , and that head Streak'd with its 12 WERNER'S READINGS.
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... voice . Was choked with rage . At last , these words broke way : " Girl ! nimble with thy feet , not with thy hands ! Curl'd minion , dancer , coiner of sweet words ! Fight ! Thou art not in Afrasiab's gardens now With Tartar girls with ...
... voice . Was choked with rage . At last , these words broke way : " Girl ! nimble with thy feet , not with thy hands ! Curl'd minion , dancer , coiner of sweet words ! Fight ! Thou art not in Afrasiab's gardens now With Tartar girls with ...
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... voice , Rustum said : " What prate is this of fathers and revenge ? The mighty Rustum never had a son . ” " Ah , yes , he had ! and that lost son am I. Surely the news will one day reach his ear , And pierce him like a stab , and make ...
... voice , Rustum said : " What prate is this of fathers and revenge ? The mighty Rustum never had a son . ” " Ah , yes , he had ! and that lost son am I. Surely the news will one day reach his ear , And pierce him like a stab , and make ...
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... voice , he spake and said : " Sohrab , that were a proof which could not lie ! If thou show this , then art thou Rustum's son . Then , with weak , hasty fingers , Sohrab loosed His belt , and near the shoulder bared his arm . And show'd ...
... voice , he spake and said : " Sohrab , that were a proof which could not lie ! If thou show this , then art thou Rustum's son . Then , with weak , hasty fingers , Sohrab loosed His belt , and near the shoulder bared his arm . And show'd ...
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... voice released the heart Of Rustum , and his tears broke forth . He cast His arms round his son's neck , wept aloud , and kiss'd him . Then , with a heavy groan , Rustum bewail'd : " Oh , that great Oxus were flowing over me ! Oh , that ...
... voice released the heart Of Rustum , and his tears broke forth . He cast His arms round his son's neck , wept aloud , and kiss'd him . Then , with a heavy groan , Rustum bewail'd : " Oh , that great Oxus were flowing over me ! Oh , that ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Afrasiab ALICE CARY archery arms Arnkel Barr-Saggott Beighton blue book contains breath Business Caligula child chillun costume cried Cubbon Dance Danny Deever dark dead dear death Delsarte door Dowler dream Drill Emmie eyes face father fear feet girl gwine hair hand hast head hear heard heart Ichabod JEAN INGELOW kiss Kitty knee knew knock lady Legree light lips Livius looked Lord Minuet Miss Beighton mother Nellie never night o'er Obenreizer Oxus Paddy Moore pantomime Pickwick poor precentor PRINCE Recitations reflexed bows Rustum Ruth Sachem Scamman sedan-chair silent Simla sing sleep smile snow Sohrab song soprano soul speak spect stood sweet talked Tartar tears tell tenor thee thou thought touch Tullia Uncle Tom Vendale voice Werner Winkle words ye'll 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.