Sheridan's and Henderson's Practical Method of Reading and Reciting English Poetry: Elucidated by a Variety of Examples Taken from Some of Our Most Popular Poets, and the Manner Pointed Out in which They Were Read Or Recited by the Above Gentlemen; Intended for the Improvement of Youth, and as a Necessary Introduction to Dr. Enfield's Speaker (Google eBook)
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Page 175 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Page 176 - 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, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 81 - That lost in long futurity expire. Fond impious man, think'st thou yon sanguine cloud Raised by thy breath, has quench'd the orb of day? To-morrow he repairs the golden flood And warms the nations with redoubled ray. Enough for me : with joy I see The different doom our fates assign : Be thine Despair and sceptred Care, To triumph and to die are mine.
Page 58 - Without a vain, without a grudging heart, To him who gives us all, I yield a part ; From him you come, for him accept it here, A frank and sober, more than costly cheer.
Page 18 - No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Page 157 - The slender Fir, that taper grows, The sturdy Oak with broad-spread Boughs...
Page 139 - Ye mute companions of my toils, that bear In all my griefs a more than equal share...
Page 189 - Not a pine in my grove is there seen, But with tendrils of woodbine is bound; Not a beech's more beautiful green. But a sweet-briar entwines it around. Not my fields in the prime of the year, More charms than my cattle unfold; Not a brook that is limpid and clear, But it glitters with fishes of gold.
Page 62 - With heaping coals of fire upon its head ; In the kind warmth the metal learns to glow, And...