Exercises in Reading and RecitationJonathan Barber author, 1828 - Всего страниц: 251 |
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... smiles and roses are blending , And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb . ' ON VISITING A SCENE IN ARGYLESHIRE . CAMPBELL . AT the silence of twilight's comtemplative hour , I have mus'd , in a sorrowful mood , On the wind - shaken ...
... smiles and roses are blending , And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb . ' ON VISITING A SCENE IN ARGYLESHIRE . CAMPBELL . AT the silence of twilight's comtemplative hour , I have mus'd , in a sorrowful mood , On the wind - shaken ...
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... smile , The short and simple annals of the poor ; The boast of heraldry , the pomp of pow'r , And all that beauty , all that wealth , e'er gave , Await , alike , the inevitable hour : - The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you ...
... smile , The short and simple annals of the poor ; The boast of heraldry , the pomp of pow'r , And all that beauty , all that wealth , e'er gave , Await , alike , the inevitable hour : - The paths of glory lead but to the grave . Nor you ...
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... smiling land , - And read their history in a nation's eyes , Their lot forbade : nor circumscrib'd , alone , Their growing virtues , but their crimes confin'd ; Forbade to wade thro ' slaughter to a throne ; And shut the gate of mercy ...
... smiling land , - And read their history in a nation's eyes , Their lot forbade : nor circumscrib'd , alone , Their growing virtues , but their crimes confin'd ; Forbade to wade thro ' slaughter to a throne ; And shut the gate of mercy ...
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... smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from wo , And lights on lids unsully'd with a tear . From short , ( as usual ) and disturbed repose , I wake how happy they , who wake no more ! Yet that were vain , if ...
... smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from wo , And lights on lids unsully'd with a tear . From short , ( as usual ) and disturbed repose , I wake how happy they , who wake no more ! Yet that were vain , if ...
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... smiles , And every sense , and every heart is joy . Then comes thy glory in the summer months , With light and heat refulgent . Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year . And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks ...
... smiles , And every sense , and every heart is joy . Then comes thy glory in the summer months , With light and heat refulgent . Then thy sun Shoots full perfection through the swelling year . And oft thy voice in dreadful thunder speaks ...
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Стр. 127 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Стр. 50 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Стр. 57 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Стр. 154 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Стр. 147 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
Стр. 143 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Стр. 58 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, and monarchs tremble in their capitals ; the oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make their clay creator the vain title take of lord of thee, and arbiter of war,— these are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, they melt into thy yeast of waves — which mar alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Стр. 127 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Стр. 64 - Having therefore obtained help of God, I continue unto this day, witnessing both to small and great, saying none other things than those which the prophets and Moses did say should come : that Christ should suffer, and that he should be the first that should rise from the dead, and should shew light unto the people, and to the Gentiles.
Стр. 148 - tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre; I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas! it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,