The reciter's companion; comprising the most popular recitations, comic tales [&c.].1848 |
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... 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 my poverty . Then toil was sweet to me , for I laboured for my Samba ! then repose ever blessed my bed of ...
... 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 my poverty . Then toil was sweet to me , for I laboured for my Samba ! then repose ever blessed my bed of ...
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... rest . The chambermaid's sides were ready to crack , When she saw his queer nose , and hump on his back ; ( A hump isn't handsome , no doubt ) ; And though , ' tis confess'd , that the prejudice goes Very strongly in favour of wearing a ...
... rest . The chambermaid's sides were ready to crack , When she saw his queer nose , and hump on his back ; ( A hump isn't handsome , no doubt ) ; And though , ' tis confess'd , that the prejudice goes Very strongly in favour of wearing a ...
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... pole to pay down the smart . He took up a shilling , and said , " This is my part ; Here , mistress , do you take the rest . " THE COLLEGIAN AND THE PORTER ( A favourite Recitation ) 49 "Hold hard aloft, you jolly dogs, ...
... pole to pay down the smart . He took up a shilling , and said , " This is my part ; Here , mistress , do you take the rest . " THE COLLEGIAN AND THE PORTER ( A favourite Recitation ) 49 "Hold hard aloft, you jolly dogs, ...
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... rest , " And you're half drowned , and quite undressed , I'll GIVE YOU LEAVE TO GO TO BED . THE PEASANTRY OF ENGLAND . TUN E. - The Admiral . The peasantry of England , The merry hearts and free ! The sword may boast a braver band , But ...
... rest , " And you're half drowned , and quite undressed , I'll GIVE YOU LEAVE TO GO TO BED . THE PEASANTRY OF ENGLAND . TUN E. - The Admiral . The peasantry of England , The merry hearts and free ! The sword may boast a braver band , But ...
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... rest ; Still would my looks , my words , my acts , betray The horrid secret that pervades my breast . Yet still the bloody dagger haunts my mind ; Again I ' whelm him in the splashing deep ; Still are his groans borne on the howling ...
... rest ; Still would my looks , my words , my acts , betray The horrid secret that pervades my breast . Yet still the bloody dagger haunts my mind ; Again I ' whelm him in the splashing deep ; Still are his groans borne on the howling ...
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148 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
150 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
148 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
237 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
163 ÆäÀÌÁö - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
237 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
202 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
209 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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?
206 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
238 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...