Exercises in Reading and RecitationJonathan Barber author, 1828 - 251 sider |
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Side 17
... behold in stead Of us out - cast exil'd , his new delight , Mankind created , and for him this world . So farewell hope , and with hope farewell fear ; Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil be thou my good ; by thee at least ...
... behold in stead Of us out - cast exil'd , his new delight , Mankind created , and for him this world . So farewell hope , and with hope farewell fear ; Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil be thou my good ; by thee at least ...
Side 24
... behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex , -that proud submission , -that dignified obedience , that subordination of the heart , which kept alive , even in servitude itself , the spirit of an exalted freedom . The unbought grace of ...
... behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex , -that proud submission , -that dignified obedience , that subordination of the heart , which kept alive , even in servitude itself , the spirit of an exalted freedom . The unbought grace of ...
Side 25
... Behold , I shew you a mystery . We shall not all sleep : but we shall all be changed in a moment , -in the twinkling of an eye , at the last trump : for the trumpet shall sound , and the dead shall be raised in- corruptible , and we ...
... Behold , I shew you a mystery . We shall not all sleep : but we shall all be changed in a moment , -in the twinkling of an eye , at the last trump : for the trumpet shall sound , and the dead shall be raised in- corruptible , and we ...
Side 39
... Behold , where he flies on his desolate path ! Now , in darkness and billows , he sweeps from my sight : Rise ! rise ye wild tempests , and cover his flight ! ' Tis finish'd . Their thunders are hushed on the moors ; Culloden is lost ...
... Behold , where he flies on his desolate path ! Now , in darkness and billows , he sweeps from my sight : Rise ! rise ye wild tempests , and cover his flight ! ' Tis finish'd . Their thunders are hushed on the moors ; Culloden is lost ...
Side 43
... behold Our Cesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! Here is himself , marr'd , as you see , with traitors . Good friends , Sweet friends , let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny . They , that have done this deed , are ...
... behold Our Cesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here ! Here is himself , marr'd , as you see , with traitors . Good friends , Sweet friends , let me not stir you up To such a sudden flood of mutiny . They , that have done this deed , are ...
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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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,