The reciter's companion; comprising the most popular recitations, comic tales [&c.].1848 |
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... heart- It haunts me still , though many a year has fled , Like some wild melody ! Alone it hangs Over a mouldering heir - loom , its companion , An oaken - chest , half - eaten by the worm , But richly carved by Antony of Trent , With ...
... heart- It haunts me still , though many a year has fled , Like some wild melody ! Alone it hangs Over a mouldering heir - loom , its companion , An oaken - chest , half - eaten by the worm , But richly carved by Antony of Trent , With ...
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... heart in it , to Francesco . Great was the joy ; but at the nuptial feast , When all sat down , the bride herself was wanting . Nor was she to be found ! Her father cried , " " Tis but to make a trial of our love ! " And fill'd his ...
... heart in it , to Francesco . Great was the joy ; but at the nuptial feast , When all sat down , the bride herself was wanting . Nor was she to be found ! Her father cried , " " Tis but to make a trial of our love ! " And fill'd his ...
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... heart hung ; how incapable was all else to supply her loss ! I have exchanged want for plenty , fatigue for rest , a wretched hut for a splendid palace . But am I happier ? -oh no ! still do I regret my native land , and the partner of ...
... heart hung ; how incapable was all else to supply her loss ! I have exchanged want for plenty , fatigue for rest , a wretched hut for a splendid palace . But am I happier ? -oh no ! still do I regret my native land , and the partner of ...
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... heart ; And soft he treads , with other gazers round , behind ! And fain would catch her sorrow's plaintive sound ; One word alone is all that strikes the ear , One short , pathetic , simple word-- " My dear ! ” A thousand times ...
... heart ; And soft he treads , with other gazers round , behind ! And fain would catch her sorrow's plaintive sound ; One word alone is all that strikes the ear , One short , pathetic , simple word-- " My dear ! ” A thousand times ...
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... heart - oh d - n ' em all ! " Now help me out . " - " There's one thing more : " Salue this cross , and Christ adore . " 66 There , there ! I Christ adore ! " " " Tis well ; " Thus arm'd , defiance bid to hell . " And yet another thing ...
... heart - oh d - n ' em all ! " Now help me out . " - " There's one thing more : " Salue this cross , and Christ adore . " 66 There , there ! I Christ adore ! " " " Tis well ; " Thus arm'd , defiance bid to hell . " And yet another thing ...
Términos y frases comunes
Arrah black crows blood Bolus brow Brutus bull Cæsar call'd Cassius clown countreman cried cursed dear death dere devil dinner doctor door dreadful Duke e'er eyes farmer father fear Fiddle-de-dee fool gentleman George Benson ghost give grave hand haste head hear heard heart Heaven Hodge honour horse Husband Irish stew Jolter jonteel lady Lapstone laugh linguæ littel boy look look'd lord loud Madam Mary master Monsieur morn Mortlake mysen ne'er never night nose Numps o'er once pass'd poor portmanteau pray quoth replied Richard Penlake Romford round Saib Sally sare seem'd shilling Sir Phil sleep smile soon soul soup maigre sprite squire sure swear sweet tale tears tell thee there's thing thou thought TOM LONG tongue Twas twill Vell ween wife wild word wretch Xenophon Zounds
Pasajes populares
Página 148 - 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 houourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Página 150 - My liege, I did deny no prisoners. But, I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage, and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Página 148 - Which he did thrice refuse. Was this ambition ? Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason...
Página 237 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known...
Página 163 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
Página 237 - And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien, While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head.
Página 202 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
Página 209 - Alas ! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, More trifling still than they. "And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep; A shade that follows wealth or fame, But leaves the wretch to weep?
Página 206 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Página 238 - Can well recall what then it heard. Where is thy native, simple heart, Devote to Virtue, Fancy, Art ? Arise, as in that elder time, Warm...