Werner's Readings and Recitations, Issue 16E.S. Werner, 1896 - Readers |
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... And Peran - Wisa heard him , though the step Was dull'd , for he slept light , an old man's sleep ; And he rose quickly on one arm , and said : " Who art thou ? for it is not yet clear dawn . Speak ! Is there news , or any night -
... And Peran - Wisa heard him , though the step Was dull'd , for he slept light , an old man's sleep ; And he rose quickly on one arm , and said : " Who art thou ? for it is not yet clear dawn . Speak ! Is there news , or any night -
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Speak ! Is there news , or any night - alarm ? " But Sohrab came to the bedside , and said : " Thou know'st me , Peran - Wisa ! It is I. Thou know'st if , since from Ader - baijan first I came among the Tartars and bore arms , I still ...
Speak ! Is there news , or any night - alarm ? " But Sohrab came to the bedside , and said : " Thou know'st me , Peran - Wisa ! It is I. Thou know'st if , since from Ader - baijan first I came among the Tartars and bore arms , I still ...
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... speak Sohrab's fame ? Ah , would that I myself had such a son , And not that one slight , helpless girl I have— A son so famed , so brave , to send to war , And I to tarry with the snow - hair'd Zal , And rest and leave to death all ...
... speak Sohrab's fame ? Ah , would that I myself had such a son , And not that one slight , helpless girl I have— A son so famed , so brave , to send to war , And I to tarry with the snow - hair'd Zal , And rest and leave to death all ...
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... Speak ! Art thou not he ? " But Rustum eyed askance the kneeling youth , And turn'd away and spake to his own soul : " Ah me , I muse what this young fox may mean ! For if I now confess this thing he asks , And hide it not , but say ...
... Speak ! Art thou not he ? " But Rustum eyed askance the kneeling youth , And turn'd away and spake to his own soul : " Ah me , I muse what this young fox may mean ! For if I now confess this thing he asks , And hide it not , but say ...
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... Speak ! Art thou not he ? ” But Rustum eyed askance the kneeling youth , And turn'd away and spake to his own soul : " Ah me , I muse what this young fox may mean ! For if I now confess this thing he asks , And hide it not , but say ...
... Speak ! Art thou not he ? ” But Rustum eyed askance the kneeling youth , And turn'd away and spake to his own soul : " Ah me , I muse what this young fox may mean ! For if I now confess this thing he asks , And hide it not , but say ...
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Page 83 - Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us, Lost all the others she lets us devote; They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver, So much was theirs who so little allowed: How all our copper had gone for his service!
Page 84 - ... his presence ; Songs may inspirit us, — not from his lyre ; Deeds will be done, — while he boasts his quiescence, Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire : Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more, One task more declined, one more footpath untrod, One more devils'-triumph and sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God...
Page 47 - As he approached the stream his heart began to thump. He summoned up, however, all his resolution, gave his horse half a score of kicks in the ribs, and attempted to dash briskly across the bridge ; but, instead of starting forward, the perverse old animal made a lateral movement, and ran broadside against the fence.
Page 20 - But let us speak no more of this! I find My father; let me feel that I have found! Come, sit beside me on this sand, and take My head betwixt thy hands, and kiss my cheeks, And wash them with thy tears, and say: My son!
Page 47 - Gunpowder, who dashed forward, snuffling and snorting, but came to a stand just by the bridge, with a suddenness that had nearly sent his rider sprawling over his head. Just at this moment a plashy tramp by the side of the bridge caught the sensitive ear of Ichabod. In the dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen, black, and towering.
Page 15 - And pledge each other in red wine, like friends, And thou shalt talk to me of Rustum's deeds. There are enough foes in the Persian host, Whom I may meet, and strike, and feel no pang; Champions enough Afrasiab has, whom thou May'st fight; fight them, when they confront thy spear: But oh, let there be peace 'twixt thee and me...
Page 48 - His heart began to sink within him; he endeavored to resume his psalm tune, but his parched tongue clove to the roof of his mouth and he could not utter a stave. There was something in the moody and dogged silence of this pertinacious companion that was mysterious and appalling. It was soon fearfully accounted for. On mounting a rising ground, which brought the figure of his fellow-traveler in relief against the sky, gigantic in height and muffled in a cloak, Ichabod was horrorstruck on perceiving...
Page 83 - We shall march prospering,— not thro' his presence; Songs may inspirit us,— not from his lyre; Deeds will be done,— while he boasts his quiescence, Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire...
Page 11 - There go ! — Thou wilt not ? Yet my heart forebodes Danger or death awaits thee on this field. Fain would I know thee safe and well, though lost To us; fain therefore send thee hence, in peace To seek thy father, not seek single fights In vain ; — but who can keep the lion's cub From ravening, and who govern Rustum's son? Go, I will grant thee what thy heart desires.
Page 37 - Kendal green, when it was so dark thou could'st not see thy hand ? come tell us your reason ; What sayest thou to this ? Poins. Come, your reason Jack, your reason. Fal. What, upon compulsion? No; were I at the strappado, or all the racks in the world, I would not tell you on compulsion. Give you a reason on compulsion ! if reasons were as plenty as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I. P.