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ALFRED TENNYSON angel ANGELIC SONGS art thou auld lang syne beauty beneath bird blessed bosom brave breath bright brow Brutus Captain Grey CHARLES MACKAY Cheiron child cloud COMMIT TO MEMORY dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eternal eyes fair father fear feel flowers forever Gelert give glory grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven hills holy honor human Inchcape rock land light live look Lord mighty mind morning mother N. P. WILLIS neath never night noble o'er passed peace praise prayer R. B. SHERIDAN rest Rhine Rhoecus river rock round shadow shine shore silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star-spangled banner stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought toil tree truth Twas unto voice wave weary wild wind wonder words
Page 334 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, — roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, — his control Stops with the shore; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
Page 411 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 277 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 309 - Lord, abide with me. I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless: Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me. Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies: Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
Page 228 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined ; No sleep till morn, when youth and pleasure meet To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Page 294 - TO him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 262 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that neither having the accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 340 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in neverending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced ; but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company ; I gazed — and gazed — but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that...
Page 261 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature ; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing ; whose end both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Page 262 - And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered : that's villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.