The Popular Elocutionist and ReciterF. Warne and Company, 1894 - 564 pagini |
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Pagina 45
... tears at sight of him , and called him her dear boy , her pretty boy , her own poor blighted child . No other woman would have stooped down by his bed , and taken up his wasted hand and put it to her lips and breast , as one who had ...
... tears at sight of him , and called him her dear boy , her pretty boy , her own poor blighted child . No other woman would have stooped down by his bed , and taken up his wasted hand and put it to her lips and breast , as one who had ...
Pagina 53
... tear his beloved from the grasp of the madmen , when Coppola , by an extraordinary exertion of strength , twisted the figure out of the Professor's hands , and gave him such a terrible blow with her , that he reeled backwards and fell ...
... tear his beloved from the grasp of the madmen , when Coppola , by an extraordinary exertion of strength , twisted the figure out of the Professor's hands , and gave him such a terrible blow with her , that he reeled backwards and fell ...
Pagina 70
... tears for the first time , and they who stood by , knowing that the sight of this child had done him good , left them alone together . Soothing him with his artless talk of her , the child persuaded him to take some rest , to walk ...
... tears for the first time , and they who stood by , knowing that the sight of this child had done him good , left them alone together . Soothing him with his artless talk of her , the child persuaded him to take some rest , to walk ...
Pagina 72
... tear that sor- wing mortals shed on such green graves , some good is born , some gentler nature comes . In the Destroyer's steps there spring up bright creatures that defy his power , and his dark path becomes a way of light to Heaven ...
... tear that sor- wing mortals shed on such green graves , some good is born , some gentler nature comes . In the Destroyer's steps there spring up bright creatures that defy his power , and his dark path becomes a way of light to Heaven ...
Pagina 77
... tears , but not tears of penitence , for she is as innocent of that sin as I am , who now speak . " Mary went into the little parlour , and led Sarah forward in her hand . Despairing as she had been , yet when she had heard from poor ...
... tears , but not tears of penitence , for she is as innocent of that sin as I am , who now speak . " Mary went into the little parlour , and led Sarah forward in her hand . Despairing as she had been , yet when she had heard from poor ...
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Pagina 400 - 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...
Pagina 313 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this — That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation; we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Pagina 402 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with them, Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Pagina 406 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity: And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover. To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined...
Pagina 397 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe: censure me in your wisdom; and awake your senses that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Pagina 123 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Pagina 402 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life, but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself. I was born free as Caesar ; so were you : We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he : For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me ' Dar'st thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? ' Upon the word, Accoutred as I...
Pagina 203 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Pagina 430 - Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels he hath sent thee Respite — respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!
Pagina 429 - surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore: Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore: Tis the wind and nothing more.