The book of recitations [ed.] by C.W. Smith |
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Página 48
... thought was in his brow , And his bosom ill at ease : So he leaned his head on his hands , and read The book between his knees ! Leaf after leaf , he turned it o'er , Nor ever glanced aside , For the peace of his soul he read that book ...
... thought was in his brow , And his bosom ill at ease : So he leaned his head on his hands , and read The book between his knees ! Leaf after leaf , he turned it o'er , Nor ever glanced aside , For the peace of his soul he read that book ...
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... thought , that made All other thoughts its slave ; Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave , — Still urging me to go and see The Dead Man in his grave ! " Heavily I rose up , as soon As light was in the sky , And ...
... thought , that made All other thoughts its slave ; Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave , — Still urging me to go and see The Dead Man in his grave ! " Heavily I rose up , as soon As light was in the sky , And ...
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... thought was other where ; As soon as the mid - day task was done , In secret I was there : And a mighty wind had swept the leaves , And still the corse was bare ! " Then down I cast me on my face , And first began to weep , For I knew ...
... thought was other where ; As soon as the mid - day task was done , In secret I was there : And a mighty wind had swept the leaves , And still the corse was bare ! " Then down I cast me on my face , And first began to weep , For I knew ...
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... thought Flashed through her brain . " Has not some bird of prey , Thirsting to dip his beak in innocent blood- It must , it must be so ! " And so it was . There was an Eagle that had long acquired Absolute sway , the lord of a domain ...
... thought Flashed through her brain . " Has not some bird of prey , Thirsting to dip his beak in innocent blood- It must , it must be so ! " And so it was . There was an Eagle that had long acquired Absolute sway , the lord of a domain ...
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... - breast loves to build and warble there , And little footsteps lightly print the ground . " It was afterwards omitted , because he thought it too long a parenthesis . Large was his bounty , and his soul sincere , 62 POETIC.
... - breast loves to build and warble there , And little footsteps lightly print the ground . " It was afterwards omitted , because he thought it too long a parenthesis . Large was his bounty , and his soul sincere , 62 POETIC.
Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.