Exercises in Reading and RecitationJonathan Barber author, 1828 - 251 pages |
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... breath perfumes you , and whose pencil paints . Ye forests bend , ye harvests wave to him-- Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart , As home he goes beneath the joyous moon . Ye that keep watch in heaven , as earth asleep ...
... breath perfumes you , and whose pencil paints . Ye forests bend , ye harvests wave to him-- Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart , As home he goes beneath the joyous moon . Ye that keep watch in heaven , as earth asleep ...
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... breath , And like reapers descend to the harvest of death . Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock ! But wo to his kindred , and wo to his cause , When Albin her claymore ...
... breath , And like reapers descend to the harvest of death . Then welcome be Cumberland's steed to the shock ! Let him dash his proud foam like a wave on the rock ! But wo to his kindred , and wo to his cause , When Albin her claymore ...
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... breathing balm And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things . " The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall ...
... breathing balm And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things . " The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall ...
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... breath ; -he comes ! -he comes ! Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain : Bacchus ' blessings are a treasure , - Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ! Rich the treasure Sweet the pleasure ; - Sweet is pleasure ...
... breath ; -he comes ! -he comes ! Bacchus , ever fair and young , Drinking joys did first ordain : Bacchus ' blessings are a treasure , - Drinking is the soldier's pleasure ! Rich the treasure Sweet the pleasure ; - Sweet is pleasure ...
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... breathing flute And sounding lyre , Could swell the soul to rage , or kindle soft desire . At last , divine Cecilia came , Inventress of the vocal frame : The sweet enthusiast , from her sacred store , Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds ...
... breathing flute And sounding lyre , Could swell the soul to rage , or kindle soft desire . At last , divine Cecilia came , Inventress of the vocal frame : The sweet enthusiast , from her sacred store , Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds ...
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Page 127 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 50 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Page 57 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Page 154 - 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.
Page 147 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow : so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy.
Page 143 - O woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made ; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou...
Page 58 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, and monarchs tremble in their capitals ; the oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make their clay creator the vain title take of lord of thee, and arbiter of war,— these are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, they melt into thy yeast of waves — which mar alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 127 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, 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.
Page 64 - Having therefore obtained help of God, I continue unto this day, witnessing both to small and great, saying none other things than those which the prophets and Moses did say should come : that Christ should suffer, and that he should be the first that should rise from the dead, and should shew light unto the people, and to the Gentiles.
Page 148 - tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre; I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas! it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,