The poetic reciter; or, Beauties of the British poets: adapted for reading and recitation, in public and private seminaries. Com piled by H. Marlen1838 |
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... STAY , Lady , stay , for mercy's sake , And hear a helpless orphan's tale ! Ah ! sure my looks must pity wake ! ' Tis want that makes my cheek so pale . Yet I was once a mother's pride , And my 4 THE POETIC RECITER .
... STAY , Lady , stay , for mercy's sake , And hear a helpless orphan's tale ! Ah ! sure my looks must pity wake ! ' Tis want that makes my cheek so pale . Yet I was once a mother's pride , And my 4 THE POETIC RECITER .
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Henry Marlen. Yet I was once a mother's pride , And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died , And I am now an Orphan Boy . Poor foolish child ! how pleased was I , When news of ... once a mother's pride, ...
Henry Marlen. Yet I was once a mother's pride , And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died , And I am now an Orphan Boy . Poor foolish child ! how pleased was I , When news of ... once a mother's pride, ...
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... once smiled upon me ; And unyielding , alas ! as this hard frozen ground , The arms once so ready my shelter to be . Both my parents are dead , and few friends I can boast , But few to console and to love me , if any ; And my gains are ...
... once smiled upon me ; And unyielding , alas ! as this hard frozen ground , The arms once so ready my shelter to be . Both my parents are dead , and few friends I can boast , But few to console and to love me , if any ; And my gains are ...
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... hands conveyed . The twelve days passed , he comes once more , And brings the horses to the door , The boys with rapture see appear The pony and the dappled mare . Each moment now an hour they count ; And slashed THE POETIC RECITER . 15.
... hands conveyed . The twelve days passed , he comes once more , And brings the horses to the door , The boys with rapture see appear The pony and the dappled mare . Each moment now an hour they count ; And slashed THE POETIC RECITER . 15.
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... once a hearty feast . " So snugly by myself I fed , " When every boy was gone to bed ; " I gorged them all , both paste and plum , " And did not waste a single crumb . " Howe'er , they made me to my sorrow , " As sick as death upon the ...
... once a hearty feast . " So snugly by myself I fed , " When every boy was gone to bed ; " I gorged them all , both paste and plum , " And did not waste a single crumb . " Howe'er , they made me to my sorrow , " As sick as death upon the ...
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Page 283 - 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 honourable man.
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Page 63 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to Virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt, for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Page 283 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world: now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 238 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence how dead! and darkness how profound! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Page 238 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?
Page 157 - And e'en the bare-worn common is denied. If to the city sped — What waits him there? To see profusion that he must not share ; To see ten thousand baneful arts combined To pamper luxury, and thin mankind ; To see each joy the sons of pleasure know, Extorted from his fellow-creature's woe.