Exercises in Reading and Recitationauthor, 1828 - 251 páginas |
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... lyre . But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page , Rich with the spoils of Time , did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage , And froze the genial current of the soul . Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark ...
... lyre . But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page , Rich with the spoils of Time , did ne'er unroll ; Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage , And froze the genial current of the soul . Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark ...
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... Next anger rush'd ; -his eyes on fire , In lightnings , own'd his secret stings ; In one rude clash , he struck the lyre , And swept , with hurried hand , the strings . With woful measures , wan despair- Low , sullen sounds 28 EXERCISES.
... Next anger rush'd ; -his eyes on fire , In lightnings , own'd his secret stings ; In one rude clash , he struck the lyre , And swept , with hurried hand , the strings . With woful measures , wan despair- Low , sullen sounds 28 EXERCISES.
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... lyre . Great source of day ! blest image here below , Of thy Creator , ever pouring wide , From world to world , the vital ocean round , On nature write with every beam his praise . Ye thunders roll ; be hush'd the prostrate world ...
... lyre . Great source of day ! blest image here below , Of thy Creator , ever pouring wide , From world to world , the vital ocean round , On nature write with every beam his praise . Ye thunders roll ; be hush'd the prostrate world ...
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... lyre , Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll . For me , when I forget the darling theme , Whether the blossom blews , the summer ray Russets the plain , inspiring Autumn gleams , Or winter rises in the blackening east- Be my tongue ...
... lyre , Still sing the God of Seasons as they roll . For me , when I forget the darling theme , Whether the blossom blews , the summer ray Russets the plain , inspiring Autumn gleams , Or winter rises in the blackening east- Be my tongue ...
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... lyre I sung of Chaos and eternal Night ; Taught by the Heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent , and up to re - ascend , Though hard and rare , thee I revisit safe , And feel thy sov'reign vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not ...
... lyre I sung of Chaos and eternal Night ; Taught by the Heav'nly Muse to venture down The dark descent , and up to re - ascend , Though hard and rare , thee I revisit safe , And feel thy sov'reign vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not ...
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angel Antium Arcot arms battle behold bliss blood breast breath Brutus Cæsar CARDINAL WOLSEY Cassius cloud Coriolanus dark dead death deep divine dreadful earth Erin go bragh eternal eyes fair father fear feel friends give glory hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hell Hevey honour hope hour house of Bourbon human Hyder Ali Ithuriel Jesus king light live Lochiel look Lord lyre mind morn mountain nature never night noble o'er once pain peace Pharisees pool of Siloam praise pray proud sacred Samaria Satan scene shade SHAKSPEARE sigh sight sleep smile soldiers song soul sound speak spirit stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tion truth twas unto vex'd virtue voice waters wave Waverly wild wings youth Zephon
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 43 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Página 42 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Página 42 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man.
Página 59 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Página 105 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Página 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,
Página 53 - His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth defied Changed his hand, and checked his pride. He chose a 'mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood...
Página 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.