The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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... spirit , Ascribes his gettings to his parts and merit ; What late he called a blessing now was wit , And God's good providence a lucky hit . Things change their titles , as our manners turn ; His counting - house employed the Sunday ...
... spirit , Ascribes his gettings to his parts and merit ; What late he called a blessing now was wit , And God's good providence a lucky hit . Things change their titles , as our manners turn ; His counting - house employed the Sunday ...
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... spirit in a loyal breast . Mine honour is my life ; both grow in one : Take honour from me , and my life is done . Then , dear my liege , mine honour let me try : In that I live , and for that I will die . K. Rich . Cousin , throw down ...
... spirit in a loyal breast . Mine honour is my life ; both grow in one : Take honour from me , and my life is done . Then , dear my liege , mine honour let me try : In that I live , and for that I will die . K. Rich . Cousin , throw down ...
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... spirit undepress'd , the victors passed On to the neighbouring citadel , nor deemed , Nor recked they , in that moment's pride , of aught But glory won . Or if a transient thought Recalled the fallen brave , ' twas like the cloud That ...
... spirit undepress'd , the victors passed On to the neighbouring citadel , nor deemed , Nor recked they , in that moment's pride , of aught But glory won . Or if a transient thought Recalled the fallen brave , ' twas like the cloud That ...
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... on the field of death at the close of an engagement ! Listen to the sounds borne along upon the midnight breeze , like the groans of some monster spirit struggling in its agony ! Go yet nearer - 42 1273 THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST .
... on the field of death at the close of an engagement ! Listen to the sounds borne along upon the midnight breeze , like the groans of some monster spirit struggling in its agony ! Go yet nearer - 42 1273 THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST .
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... spirit to warm , and every face to glow with joy ? All nature seems to rebuke our strifes - in all the wide creation every thing seems harmony but man . What exquisite repose ! what sublime unity ! Gaze upon the setting sun , in all its ...
... spirit to warm , and every face to glow with joy ? All nature seems to rebuke our strifes - in all the wide creation every thing seems harmony but man . What exquisite repose ! what sublime unity ! Gaze upon the setting sun , in all its ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Andy arms aweary behold beneath blast blood bosom brave breast breath brow Cæsar Charles of Anjou cloud Conradine cried dark dead dear death deep dread Duchess d'Alençon Duke Durfy e'er Elderslie eyes father fear feel Fern friends give Gloc glory hand Hast hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Huguet Inchcape Rock Jacob JACOB BROWN James Sheridan Knowles John of Procida king lady lance loud land linstock live look look'd lord Magyars Misther Dick morn mourn Murphy never night noble Norf o'er once pale pass'd pity poor Proc Rich Romeo rose Sampson scene shame shore sigh Sir Lucius smile sorrow soul Squire steeds stood sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing Thomas spurs thou thought Twas voice wild wind Wolsey yellow admiral young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 161 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it ; I have killed many ; I have fully glutted my vengeance ; for my country 1 rejoice at the beams of peace.
Página 70 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Página 176 - The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room, and verge enough, The characters of hell to trace ; Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death, through Berkley's roof that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing King!
Página 165 - That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 176 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Página 116 - The Border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes.
Página 101 - Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there — my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Página 15 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Página 80 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Página 150 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns, and drums, and wounds, — God save the mark!