The practical elocutionist |
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Pàgina 23
... leave No thing that claims a tear . And now I'm in the world alone , Upon the wide , wide sea : But why should I for others groan , When none will sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger - hands ; But ...
... leave No thing that claims a tear . And now I'm in the world alone , Upon the wide , wide sea : But why should I for others groan , When none will sigh for me ? Perchance my dog will whine in vain , Till fed by stranger - hands ; But ...
Pàgina 24
... leave thee now . 66 66 I have been with thee in thine hour 66 Of glory and of bliss ; Doubt not its memory's living power 66 To strengthen me through this ! And thou , mine honour'd love and true , " Bear on , bear nobly on ! " We have ...
... leave thee now . 66 66 I have been with thee in thine hour 66 Of glory and of bliss ; Doubt not its memory's living power 66 To strengthen me through this ! And thou , mine honour'd love and true , " Bear on , bear nobly on ! " We have ...
Pàgina 49
... leaves shall move , And on its top descends the mystic Dove . Ye heavens ! from high the dewy nectar pour , And in soft silence shed the kindly shower . The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid , From storms a shelter , and from ...
... leaves shall move , And on its top descends the mystic Dove . Ye heavens ! from high the dewy nectar pour , And in soft silence shed the kindly shower . The sick and weak the healing plant shall aid , From storms a shelter , and from ...
Pàgina 57
... , lo ! to sudden fate ( Weave we the woof . The thread is spun ) . ' Half of thy heart we consecrate . 66 ' ( The web is wove - the work is done ) . Stay , oh stay ! nor thus forlorn ** Leave D 5 SELECTIONS IN VERSE . 57.
... , lo ! to sudden fate ( Weave we the woof . The thread is spun ) . ' Half of thy heart we consecrate . 66 ' ( The web is wove - the work is done ) . Stay , oh stay ! nor thus forlorn ** Leave D 5 SELECTIONS IN VERSE . 57.
Pàgina 58
Conrad Hume Pinches. Stay , oh stay ! nor thus forlorn ** Leave me unbless'd , unpity'd , here to mourn ! ** In yon bright tract , that fires the western skies " They melt - they vanish from my eyes . " But oh ! what solemn scenes on ...
Conrad Hume Pinches. Stay , oh stay ! nor thus forlorn ** Leave me unbless'd , unpity'd , here to mourn ! ** In yon bright tract , that fires the western skies " They melt - they vanish from my eyes . " But oh ! what solemn scenes on ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Acres Adras Æsop answer arms art thou battle behold blood bound brave brow Brutus Bull Cæsar Caius Verres Casca Cassius Catiline cheers cried dare dark dear death Doge dost doth dread Duke earth Edition enemy eyes father fear Gabor Gaul gentleman give glory gods hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope HORACE SMITH hour Jaff justice king ladies Lioni live look lord Loud Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'er once Pangloss Papillion patricians peace pray Rienzi Roman Rome Samian wine Scythians SHAKESPERE Shylock Sicily Siegendorf Sir Anth Sir Cha Sir Fret Sir Luc slaves smile Sneer soldiers soul speak Speaker spirit sword tears tell thee thine thou hast thought traitor Twas Tyke Venice voice word young Zounds
Passatges populars
Pàgina 18 - God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Pàgina 256 - I am no orator, as Brutus is : 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 ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me...
Pàgina 19 - The wide, th' unbounded prospect, lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us, (And that there is all nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in, must be happy.
Pàgina 254 - 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 58 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Pàgina 256 - What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it : they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Pàgina 165 - The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy ; But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried ' Help me, Cassius, or I sink...
Pàgina 254 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Pàgina 150 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past...
Pàgina 24 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...