The English elocutionist, a collection of the finest passages of poetry and eloquence, by C. HartleyCharles Hartley 1872 |
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... round decay , The farewell beam of Feeling past away . Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain - cave Was Freedom's home , or Glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty ! can it be That this is all remains of thee ...
... round decay , The farewell beam of Feeling past away . Clime of the unforgotten brave ! Whose land from plain to mountain - cave Was Freedom's home , or Glory's grave ! Shrine of the mighty ! can it be That this is all remains of thee ...
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... round about , Then all the mighty floods were out . So farre , so fast the eygre drave , The heart had hardly time to beat , Before a shallow seething wave , Sobbed in the grasses at oure feet : The feet had hardly time to flee , Before ...
... round about , Then all the mighty floods were out . So farre , so fast the eygre drave , The heart had hardly time to beat , Before a shallow seething wave , Sobbed in the grasses at oure feet : The feet had hardly time to flee , Before ...
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... round , Čan reach to wound ; But as they grow , where nothing is to fear , Smooth and unarmed the pointless leaves appear . I love to view these things with curious eyes , And moralise : And in this wisdom of the holly - tree Can ...
... round , Čan reach to wound ; But as they grow , where nothing is to fear , Smooth and unarmed the pointless leaves appear . I love to view these things with curious eyes , And moralise : And in this wisdom of the holly - tree Can ...
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... born . The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks , And round the hamlet fanes . Through glowing orchards forth they peep , Each from its 28 THE HOMES OF ENGLAND . Mrs Hemans.
... born . The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are smiling o'er the silvery brooks , And round the hamlet fanes . Through glowing orchards forth they peep , Each from its 28 THE HOMES OF ENGLAND . Mrs Hemans.
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... round the ships , Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun . Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack , Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back : Their shots along the deep slowly boom ; Then ceased - and all ...
... round the ships , Like the hurricane eclipse Of the sun . Again ! again ! again ! And the havoc did not slack , Till a feeble cheer the Dane To our cheering sent us back : Their shots along the deep slowly boom ; Then ceased - and all ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
angels arms battle bear beautiful bells bird blood breath Cæsar cloth Containing cried Crown dark dead death deep dream earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel fire follow Garden gilt give glory grave hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Illustrated keep King land leave light live look Lords lost marked mind morn nature never night o'er once passed peace play poor post free rest rise rose round SHAKESPEARE'S Shilling sleep smile SONS soul sound speak spirit stamps stand Stories sweet sword tears tell thee things thou thought thousand turn voice waves wild wind wish young
Passagens conhecidas
Página 23 - 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...
Página 62 - 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.
Página 214 - 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.
Página 173 - 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...
Página 47 - 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...
Página 52 - 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.
Página 63 - 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...
Página 95 - 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...
Página 37 - 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...
Página 207 - 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...