Select readings from the poets and prose writers of every country, ed. by J. FlemingJames Fleming Simpkin, Marshall, & Company, 1863 - 352 psl. |
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... feel the meaning and power of what is delivered . It is a common error to suppose that everyone who studies the art of speaking must necessarily become un - natural and stilted in his style . I shall only add , as to the prevalence of ...
... feel the meaning and power of what is delivered . It is a common error to suppose that everyone who studies the art of speaking must necessarily become un - natural and stilted in his style . I shall only add , as to the prevalence of ...
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... feel the meaning and power of what is delivered . It is a common error to suppose that everyone who studies the art of speaking must necessarily become un - natural and stilted in his style . I shall only add , as to the prevalence of ...
... feel the meaning and power of what is delivered . It is a common error to suppose that everyone who studies the art of speaking must necessarily become un - natural and stilted in his style . I shall only add , as to the prevalence of ...
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... feel in the simple but difficult art of reading . It will be sufficient to state that upwards of twenty - one thousand persons attended twenty - three Penny Readings given in Bath during the past winter . * From these Readings has ...
... feel in the simple but difficult art of reading . It will be sufficient to state that upwards of twenty - one thousand persons attended twenty - three Penny Readings given in Bath during the past winter . * From these Readings has ...
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... Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone , They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human-- They are Ghouls : And their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls , rolls , rolls , Rolls A pæan from the bells ...
... Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone , They are neither man nor woman They are neither brute nor human-- They are Ghouls : And their king it is who tolls ; And he rolls , rolls , rolls , Rolls A pæan from the bells ...
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... feels its life in every limb , What can it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl , Of eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl , That clustered round her head : She had a rustic woodland air , And she was ...
... feels its life in every limb , What can it know of death ? I met a little cottage girl , Of eight years old , she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl , That clustered round her head : She had a rustic woodland air , And she was ...
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2ND CITIZEN ANTONY Balaam beauty bells beneath bird blessed blow Bolus breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar call me early CHARLES MACKAY child Cleon cloud cornet cottage cried cuckoo flowers dark dead dear death deep dying earth ELIZA COOK Emma eyes fair father fear fire flowers gentle glory grave green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hills honour John Brown king Labour Lady Lars Porsena light live look MAUD MULLER mighty heart morning mother never Nevermore night o'er one-horse chay poor praise pray Queen Quoth the Raven reply rest rise round shade shine sing Skiddaw sleep smile song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stood sweet tears tell thee There's things thou thought toil Twas vicar of Bray voice waves weary weep wife wild woman of mind word
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50 psl. - Their van will be upon us Before the bridge goes down; And if they once may win the bridge, What hope to save the town? ' Then out spake brave Horatius, The Captain of the gate : 'To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds, For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his Gods...
326 psl. - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing. I cannot go Where universal love not smiles around, Sustaining all yon orbs, and all their suns; From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression.
22 psl. - From his nest by the white wave's foam ; And the rocking pines of the forest roared This was their welcome home. There were men with hoary hair Amidst that pilgrim band : Why had they come to wither there, Away from their childhood's land ? There was woman's fearless eye, Lit by her deep love's truth ; There was manhood's brow, serenely high, And the fiery heart of youth. What sought they thus afar ? Bright jewels of the mine ? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war ? They sought a faith's pure...
34 psl. - Yet he was kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew, 'Twas certain he could write and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And e'en the story ran that he could gauge...
199 psl. - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
41 psl. - Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow sorrow for the lost Lenore, For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Nameless here for evermore.
46 psl. - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
149 psl. - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar; I found it in his closet, '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, the Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
315 psl. - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
15 psl. - I'm the chief of Ulva's Isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. " And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together ; For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. " His horsemen hard behind us ride ; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride, When they have slain her lover ? " Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, " I'll go, my chief I'm ready.