The English elocutionist, a collection of the finest passages of poetry and eloquence, by C. Hartley1872 |
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... Angel The Slave's Dream Annabel Lee . My Child . The Heritage Sonnet on his Blindness The Dream of Eugene Aram " He prayeth well , who loveth well " . Sweet Mary . Melrose Abbey . " A Thing of Beauty is a Joy for ever " . A Regret ...
... Angel The Slave's Dream Annabel Lee . My Child . The Heritage Sonnet on his Blindness The Dream of Eugene Aram " He prayeth well , who loveth well " . Sweet Mary . Melrose Abbey . " A Thing of Beauty is a Joy for ever " . A Regret ...
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... angelic air , The rapture of repose that's there , The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek , And - but for that sad shrouded eye , That fires not , wins not , weeps not now , And but for that chill ...
... angelic air , The rapture of repose that's there , The fixed yet tender traits that streak The languor of the placid cheek , And - but for that sad shrouded eye , That fires not , wins not , weeps not now , And but for that chill ...
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... angelic light ! It was an Angel ; and his presence there With a divine effulgence filled the air , An exaltation , piercing the disguise , Though none the hidden Angel recognise . A moment speechless , motionless , amazed , The ...
... angelic light ! It was an Angel ; and his presence there With a divine effulgence filled the air , An exaltation , piercing the disguise , Though none the hidden Angel recognise . A moment speechless , motionless , amazed , The ...
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... Angel's governance benign The happy island danced with corn and wine , And deep within the mountain's burning breast ... Angel met him on his way , 14 KING ROBERT OF SICILY .
... Angel's governance benign The happy island danced with corn and wine , And deep within the mountain's burning breast ... Angel met him on his way , 14 KING ROBERT OF SICILY .
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... Angel with great joy received his guests , And gave them presents of embroidered vests , And velvet mantles with rich ermine lined , And rings and jewels of the rarest kind . Then he departed with them o'er the sea Into the lovely land ...
... Angel with great joy received his guests , And gave them presents of embroidered vests , And velvet mantles with rich ermine lined , And rings and jewels of the rarest kind . Then he departed with them o'er the sea Into the lovely land ...
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Page 23 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 62 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 214 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Page 173 - 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...
Page 47 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Page 52 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Page 63 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 95 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 37 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
Page 207 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master...