The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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Pagina 7
... soon my lady's word ; And lo ! two puddings smoked upon the board . Asleep and naked as an Indian lay , An honest factor stole a gem away ; He pledged it to the knight , the knight had wit , So kept the diamond , and the rogue was bit ...
... soon my lady's word ; And lo ! two puddings smoked upon the board . Asleep and naked as an Indian lay , An honest factor stole a gem away ; He pledged it to the knight , the knight had wit , So kept the diamond , and the rogue was bit ...
Pagina 9
... soon forgot , in good October . But hush ! my ' Phelia comes , the pretty dear ! Oh ! think of me love - when you fetch your beer.-J. O. YOUTH AND AGE . Coleridge . YOUTH , a breeze mid blossoms straying , Where Hope clung feeding ...
... soon forgot , in good October . But hush ! my ' Phelia comes , the pretty dear ! Oh ! think of me love - when you fetch your beer.-J. O. YOUTH AND AGE . Coleridge . YOUTH , a breeze mid blossoms straying , Where Hope clung feeding ...
Pagina 10
... soon , alas ! detect the rash mistake , That sanguine inexperience loves to make ; And view with tears the expected harvest lost , Decay'd by time , or wither'd by a frost . Whoever undertakes a friend's great part Should be renew'd in ...
... soon , alas ! detect the rash mistake , That sanguine inexperience loves to make ; And view with tears the expected harvest lost , Decay'd by time , or wither'd by a frost . Whoever undertakes a friend's great part Should be renew'd in ...
Pagina 14
... soon thou hast began To wander forth , with me , to mourn The miseries of man . " The sun that overhangs yon moors , Outspreading far and wide , Where hundreds labour to support A haughty lordling's pride : I've seen yon weary winter ...
... soon thou hast began To wander forth , with me , to mourn The miseries of man . " The sun that overhangs yon moors , Outspreading far and wide , Where hundreds labour to support A haughty lordling's pride : I've seen yon weary winter ...
Pagina 17
... soon her cause will be Rous'd Europe's battle - cry ; To perish , or be free ! ' To conquer or to die ! ' " His hands clasp'd o'er his head , The son look'd up for aid ; " So be it , Lord ! " he said , And still look'd up , and pray'd ...
... soon her cause will be Rous'd Europe's battle - cry ; To perish , or be free ! ' To conquer or to die ! ' " His hands clasp'd o'er his head , The son look'd up for aid ; " So be it , Lord ! " he said , And still look'd up , and pray'd ...
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Acres Andy arms battle behold beneath Blaney blast blood bosom brave breast breath brow Cæsar clouds cold Conradine cried dark dead dear death deep dread Duke e'er earth eyes father fear feel Fern fight friends Gloc Hamilton Tighe hand Hast hath head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre honour hope Huguet Inchcape Rock JACOB BROWN James Sheridan Knowles John of Procida king knew lady lance loud land linstock live look look'd lord Mantua Misther Dick morning mourn never night o'er once pale pass'd pity Pompey poor Proc Rich rose scene shore sigh Sir Lucius smile sorrows soul SPECTRE KNIGHT Squire steed stept stood storm sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou thought Twas voice wave weary wild wind Xenophon yellow admiral young youth
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Pagina 161 - There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it ; I have killed many ; I have fully glutted my vengeance ; for my country 1 rejoice at the beams of peace.
Pagina 70 - THE boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled ; The flame that lit the battle's wreck, Shone round him o'er the dead. Yet beautiful and bright he stood, As born to rule the storm ; A creature of heroic blood, A proud, though child-like form.
Pagina 176 - The winding-sheet of Edward's race ; Give ample room, and verge enough, The characters of hell to trace ; Mark the year, and mark the night, When Severn shall re-echo with affright The shrieks of death, through Berkley's roof that ring, Shrieks of an agonizing King!
Pagina 165 - That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Pagina 176 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes: Youth on the prow and Pleasure at the helm : Regardless of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway, That hushed in grim repose expects his evening prey.
Pagina 116 - The Border slogan rent the sky ! A Home ! a Gordon ! was the cry : Loud were the clanging blows ; Advanced, — forced back, — now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose ; As bends the bark's mast in the gale, When rent are rigging, shrouds, and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes.
Pagina 101 - Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there — my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Pagina 15 - See yonder poor, o'erlabour'd wight, So abject, mean and vile, Who begs a brother of the earth To give him leave to toil ; And see his lordly fellow-worm The poor petition spurn, Unmindful though a weeping wife And helpless offspring mourn.
Pagina 80 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Pagina 150 - Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns, and drums, and wounds, — God save the mark!