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... land - good night ! A few short hours , and he will rise To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother earth . Deserted is my own good hall , Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the ...
... land - good night ! A few short hours , and he will rise To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother earth . Deserted is my own good hall , Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are gathering on the ...
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... land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine ! Welcome , welcome , ye dark blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts and ye caves ! My native land - good night ! GERTRUDE VON DER WART . BYRON . She is supposed to ...
... land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine ! Welcome , welcome , ye dark blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts and ye caves ! My native land - good night ! GERTRUDE VON DER WART . BYRON . She is supposed to ...
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... land where the outcast , the weak , the opprest , From the Despot find refuge , from weariness rest , The one menacing cloud she had mark'd with dismay Had roll'd from her atmosphere slowly away ; When , from palace to cottage , from ...
... land where the outcast , the weak , the opprest , From the Despot find refuge , from weariness rest , The one menacing cloud she had mark'd with dismay Had roll'd from her atmosphere slowly away ; When , from palace to cottage , from ...
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... land : When the Prussian , all raging with vengeance and hate , Would have doom'd your fair city to Babylon's fate ! Would have sullied your glories , your trophies o'erthrown , In humanity's cause he stood bravely alone ; And alone ...
... land : When the Prussian , all raging with vengeance and hate , Would have doom'd your fair city to Babylon's fate ! Would have sullied your glories , your trophies o'erthrown , In humanity's cause he stood bravely alone ; And alone ...
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... land ! " They fought like brave men , long and well , They piled that ground with Moslem slain ; They conquer'd — but Bozzaris fell Bleeding at every vein . His few surviving comrades saw His smile , when rang their proud hurrah , And ...
... land ! " They fought like brave men , long and well , They piled that ground with Moslem slain ; They conquer'd — but Bozzaris fell Bleeding at every vein . His few surviving comrades saw His smile , when rang their proud hurrah , And ...
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The Practical Elocutionist: An Extensive Collection of Recitations, Selected ... Conrad Hume Pinches No preview available - 2017 |
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Page 261 - 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 28 - 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 35 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Page 154 - Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?
Page 236 - 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...
Page 259 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Ctesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Page 170 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man...
Page 174 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Page 170 - 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 18 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God...