Exercises in Reading and RecitationJonathan Barber author, 1828 - 251 pages |
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... night . As soon as thou scatterest them , they are even as a sleep : and fade away suddenly like the grass . In the morning it is green , and groweth up ; but in the evening it is cut down , dried up , and withered . We consume away in ...
... night . As soon as thou scatterest them , they are even as a sleep : and fade away suddenly like the grass . In the morning it is green , and groweth up ; but in the evening it is cut down , dried up , and withered . We consume away in ...
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... night his praise . Ye chief , for whom the whole creation smiles , At once the head , the heart , the tongue of all ; Crown the great hymn ! In swarming cities vast , Assembled men to the deep organ join The loud resounding voice , oft ...
... night his praise . Ye chief , for whom the whole creation smiles , At once the head , the heart , the tongue of all ; Crown the great hymn ! In swarming cities vast , Assembled men to the deep organ join The loud resounding voice , oft ...
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... night at the gate . A steed comes at morning - no rider is there ; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair . Weep , Albin ! * to death and captivity led ! Oh weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead : For a merciless sword on ...
... night at the gate . A steed comes at morning - no rider is there ; But its bridle is red with the sign of despair . Weep , Albin ! * to death and captivity led ! Oh weep ! but thy tears cannot number the dead : For a merciless sword on ...
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... night , Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery . By torch and trumpet fast array'd , Each horseman drew his battle blade , And furious every charger neigh'd , To join the dreadful revelry . Then shook the hills ...
... night , Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery . By torch and trumpet fast array'd , Each horseman drew his battle blade , And furious every charger neigh'd , To join the dreadful revelry . Then shook the hills ...
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... night - fall , and condemned to this for life ; yet , with all these circumstances of apparent wretched- ness , he sung , would have danced , but that he want- ed a leg , and appeared the merriest , happiest man of all the garrison ...
... night - fall , and condemned to this for life ; yet , with all these circumstances of apparent wretched- ness , he sung , would have danced , but that he want- ed a leg , and appeared the merriest , happiest man of all the garrison ...
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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,