Exercises in Reading and Recitationauthor, 1828 - 251 pàgines |
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Pàgina 8
... hear with a disdainful smile , The short and simple annals of the poor ; The boast of heraldry , the pomp of pow'r , And all that beauty , all that wealth , e'er gave , Await , alike , the inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but ...
... hear with a disdainful smile , The short and simple annals of the poor ; The boast of heraldry , the pomp of pow'r , And all that beauty , all that wealth , e'er gave , Await , alike , the inevitable hour : — The paths of glory lead but ...
Pàgina 13
... hear Would Desdemona seriously incline : But still the house affairs would draw her thence ; - Which ever as she could with haste dispatch , She'd come again , and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which I observing , Took once ...
... hear Would Desdemona seriously incline : But still the house affairs would draw her thence ; - Which ever as she could with haste dispatch , She'd come again , and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which I observing , Took once ...
Pàgina 28
... hear her shell , Throng'd around her magic cell , Exulting - trembling - raging - fainting , — Possess'd beyond the Muse's painting . By turns , they felt the glowing mind Disturb'd - delighted - rais'd - refin'd ; Till once , ' tis ...
... hear her shell , Throng'd around her magic cell , Exulting - trembling - raging - fainting , — Possess'd beyond the Muse's painting . By turns , they felt the glowing mind Disturb'd - delighted - rais'd - refin'd ; Till once , ' tis ...
Pàgina 30
... hear , And Sport leapt up , and seized his beechen spear . Last came Joy's extatic trial . He , with viny crown advancing , First to the lively pipe his hand address'd ; But , soon , he saw the brisk awakening viol , Whose sweet ...
... hear , And Sport leapt up , and seized his beechen spear . Last came Joy's extatic trial . He , with viny crown advancing , First to the lively pipe his hand address'd ; But , soon , he saw the brisk awakening viol , Whose sweet ...
Pàgina 42
... hear this testament , ( Which , pardon me , I do not mean to read ) And they would go and kiss dead Cesar's wounds . And dip their napkins in his sacred blood— Yea , beg a hair of him for memory , And , dying , mention it within their ...
... hear this testament , ( Which , pardon me , I do not mean to read ) And they would go and kiss dead Cesar's wounds . And dip their napkins in his sacred blood— Yea , beg a hair of him for memory , And , dying , mention it within their ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 127 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Pàgina 50 - 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...
Pàgina 43 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Pàgina 42 - 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 42 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man.
Pàgina 59 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Pàgina 105 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Pàgina 148 - tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre; I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas! it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,
Pàgina 53 - His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth defied Changed his hand, and checked his pride. He chose a 'mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood...
Pàgina 58 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, and monarchs tremble in their capitals ; the oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make their clay creator the vain title take of lord of thee, and arbiter of war,— these are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, they melt into thy yeast of waves — which mar alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.