Outlines of the Art of ElocutionLondon, 1883 - 142 pàgines |
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Pàgina 20
... thee , my worthy friend , For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of Life Our fortunes must be wrought ! Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! " " Longfellow . The following sentences may ...
... thee , my worthy friend , For the lesson thou hast taught ! Thus at the flaming forge of Life Our fortunes must be wrought ! Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought ! " " Longfellow . The following sentences may ...
Pàgina 22
... thee , sweet Hope , resides the heav'nly light , That pours remotest rapture on the sight : Thine is the charm of life's bewilder'd way , That calls each slumbering passion into play . Eternal Hope ! when yonder spheres sublime Peal'd ...
... thee , sweet Hope , resides the heav'nly light , That pours remotest rapture on the sight : Thine is the charm of life's bewilder'd way , That calls each slumbering passion into play . Eternal Hope ! when yonder spheres sublime Peal'd ...
Pàgina 29
... thee well , but for a day ! Then we mix our mouldering clay ; Then thy race lie pale and low , Pierced by shafts from many a bow ; And the falchion by thy side To thy heart thy hand shall guide ; Crownless , breathless , headless , fall ...
... thee well , but for a day ! Then we mix our mouldering clay ; Then thy race lie pale and low , Pierced by shafts from many a bow ; And the falchion by thy side To thy heart thy hand shall guide ; Crownless , breathless , headless , fall ...
Pàgina 33
... thee - his blessing ! Land of my forefathers ! -Erin go bragh ! Buried and cold , when my heart stills her motion , Green be thy fields , sweetest isle of the ocean ! And thy harp - striking bards sing aloud with devotion , Erin ...
... thee - his blessing ! Land of my forefathers ! -Erin go bragh ! Buried and cold , when my heart stills her motion , Green be thy fields , sweetest isle of the ocean ! And thy harp - striking bards sing aloud with devotion , Erin ...
Pàgina 34
... thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud , Far in the downy cloud ; Love gives it energy , love gave it birth . Where , on thy dewy wing , Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy love is on earth . O'er fell and fountain sheen , O ...
... thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud , Far in the downy cloud ; Love gives it energy , love gave it birth . Where , on thy dewy wing , Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven , thy love is on earth . O'er fell and fountain sheen , O ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 63 - Ring out the grief that saps the mind, For those that here we see no more : Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife: Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Pàgina 52 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged. Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston ! The war is inevitable ; and let it come ! I repeat it, sir, let it come ! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, peace, peace ! — but there is no peace.
Pàgina 42 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Pàgina 69 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Pàgina 25 - Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Pàgina 71 - But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit,* nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on...
Pàgina 70 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Pàgina 61 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much ; Who, born for the Universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Pàgina 27 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labors, and the words move slow: Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Pàgina 76 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears...