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Pàgina 59
... wild phantasms that swell the tales of fishermen and sailors . Sometimes a distant sail , gliding along the edge of the ocean , would be another theme of idle speculation . How interesting this fragment of a world , hastening to rejoin ...
... wild phantasms that swell the tales of fishermen and sailors . Sometimes a distant sail , gliding along the edge of the ocean , would be another theme of idle speculation . How interesting this fragment of a world , hastening to rejoin ...
Pàgina 60
... wild waste of waters , and were echoed and prolonged by the mountain waves . As I saw the ship staggering and plunging among these roaring caverns , it seemed miraculous that she regained her balance , or preserved her buoyancy . Her ...
... wild waste of waters , and were echoed and prolonged by the mountain waves . As I saw the ship staggering and plunging among these roaring caverns , it seemed miraculous that she regained her balance , or preserved her buoyancy . Her ...
Pàgina 66
... wild and clear heart piercing pathos , " Pal lal , pal lal . ” Blackwood's Magazine . ENGLAND AND AMERICA . TO WHAT are we to attribute the fact , that the social progress of the Americans so far outstrips any ratio of improvement which ...
... wild and clear heart piercing pathos , " Pal lal , pal lal . ” Blackwood's Magazine . ENGLAND AND AMERICA . TO WHAT are we to attribute the fact , that the social progress of the Americans so far outstrips any ratio of improvement which ...
Pàgina 84
... associate to our arms the tomahawk and scalping - knife of the savage ? to call into civilized alliance the wild and inhuman inhabitant of the woods ? - to delegate to the merciless Indian the defence of disputed 84 THE BRITISH ORATOR .
... associate to our arms the tomahawk and scalping - knife of the savage ? to call into civilized alliance the wild and inhuman inhabitant of the woods ? - to delegate to the merciless Indian the defence of disputed 84 THE BRITISH ORATOR .
Pàgina 143
... wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood . Lochiel . False wizard , avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan Their swords are a thousand , their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath , And like reapers ...
... wild mother scream o'er her famishing brood . Lochiel . False wizard , avaunt ! I have marshalled my clan Their swords are a thousand , their bosoms are one ! They are true to the last of their blood and their breath , And like reapers ...
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The British Orator: Comprising Observations on Vocal Gymnastics ... Thomas King Greenbank Visualització completa - 1901 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 253 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Pàgina 252 - 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 undiscover'd 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...
Pàgina 243 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Pàgina 247 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd. it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,— For Brutus is an honorable man; So are they all, all honorable men— Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Pàgina 246 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, "this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Pàgina 202 - Help me, Cassius, or I sink. I, as .<Eneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar.
Pàgina 280 - His steps are not upon thy paths, - thy fields Are not a spoil for him, - thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: - there let him lay.
Pàgina 253 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Pàgina 52 - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fall upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honor and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.
Pàgina 280 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.