The book of recitations [ed.] by C.W. Smith |
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Side 5
... shone up from the mine— If thou❜lt bring me fresh tidings , and venture again , To say what lies hid in the innermost main ! " Then out spake the daughter in tender emotion— " Ah ! father , my father , what more can there rest ? Enough ...
... shone up from the mine— If thou❜lt bring me fresh tidings , and venture again , To say what lies hid in the innermost main ! " Then out spake the daughter in tender emotion— " Ah ! father , my father , what more can there rest ? Enough ...
Side 31
... shone on his sparkling mail , And danced his snow - plume on the gale . But now he stood chained and alone , The headsman by his side , The plume , the helm , the charger gone ; The sword which had defied The mightiest , lay broken near ...
... shone on his sparkling mail , And danced his snow - plume on the gale . But now he stood chained and alone , The headsman by his side , The plume , the helm , the charger gone ; The sword which had defied The mightiest , lay broken near ...
Side 48
... shone the setting sun Over the town of Lynn . Like sportive deer they coursed about , And shouted as they ran , - Turning to mirth all things of earth , As only boyhood can : But the Usher sat remote from all , A melancholy man ! His ...
... shone the setting sun Over the town of Lynn . Like sportive deer they coursed about , And shouted as they ran , - Turning to mirth all things of earth , As only boyhood can : But the Usher sat remote from all , A melancholy man ! His ...
Side 50
... shone clear and cold : Now here , said I , this man shall die , And I will have his gold ! “ Two sudden blows with a ragged stick , And one with a heavy stone , One hurried gash with a hasty knife , - And then the deed was done : There ...
... shone clear and cold : Now here , said I , this man shall die , And I will have his gold ! “ Two sudden blows with a ragged stick , And one with a heavy stone , One hurried gash with a hasty knife , - And then the deed was done : There ...
Side 54
... shone , And from his lips escaped a groan , 66 Excelsior ! Try not the Pass ! " the old man said , " Dark lowers the tempest overhead , The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied , Excelsior ! " O stay ...
... shone , And from his lips escaped a groan , 66 Excelsior ! Try not the Pass ! " the old man said , " Dark lowers the tempest overhead , The roaring torrent is deep and wide ! " And loud that clarion voice replied , Excelsior ! " O stay ...
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Absalom arms battle beauty beneath blood bosom bowed brave breast breath bright brother brow Cæsar clouds cold cried customed hill dark dead death deep dread dream earth Eleonora di Toledo EUGENE ARAM fair falchion father fear fell gazed Gelert gold grave hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hour Inchcape Rock Jaspar Julius Cæsar king knew Lars Porsena light lips live Lochiel lonely look Lord William loud Macgregor moon morn never Nevermore night numbers o'er once pale pride proud Quoth Quoth the Raven rock rose round Samian wine sate shone shore shout sigh silent slave sleep smile song soul Souliotes sound spake spirit steed stood stream strong sweet sword tears Thaïs thee thine thou thought Twas victorious bands voice wave weary weep wild wind young youth
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Side 211 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Side 130 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird, or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Side 275 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Side 19 - Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Side 282 - 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...
Side 260 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Side 63 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Side 278 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Side 274 - This is the state of man : To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes ; 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.
Side 210 - 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.