Exercises in Reading and Recitationauthor, 1828 - 251 pagini |
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Pagina 175
... angel , moved , Disdainfully half smiling , thus replied . " O loss of one in Heaven to judge of wise , Since Satan fell , whom folly overthrew , And now returns him from his prison ' scaped , Gravely in doubt whether to hold them wise ...
... angel , moved , Disdainfully half smiling , thus replied . " O loss of one in Heaven to judge of wise , Since Satan fell , whom folly overthrew , And now returns him from his prison ' scaped , Gravely in doubt whether to hold them wise ...
Pagina 176
... angel soon replied . " To say and straight unsay , pretending first Wise to fly pain , professing next the spy ,. Argues no leader but a liar traced ; Satan , and couldst thou faithful add ? O name , O sacred name of faithfulness ...
... angel soon replied . " To say and straight unsay , pretending first Wise to fly pain , professing next the spy ,. Argues no leader but a liar traced ; Satan , and couldst thou faithful add ? O name , O sacred name of faithfulness ...
Pagina 188
... angel , art thou he , Who first broke peace in heaven , and faith , till then Unbroken , and in proud rebellious arms Drew after him the third part of Heaven's sons Conjured against the Highest , for which both thou And they , outcast ...
... angel , art thou he , Who first broke peace in heaven , and faith , till then Unbroken , and in proud rebellious arms Drew after him the third part of Heaven's sons Conjured against the Highest , for which both thou And they , outcast ...
Pagina 233
... . L. B VI . ALL night the dreadless Angel , unpursued , Through Heaven's wide champaign held his way ; till Morn , 1 Waked by the circling Hours , with rosy hand 20 * IN ELOCUTION . 233 The lambent homage of his arrowy tongue. ...
... . L. B VI . ALL night the dreadless Angel , unpursued , Through Heaven's wide champaign held his way ; till Morn , 1 Waked by the circling Hours , with rosy hand 20 * IN ELOCUTION . 233 The lambent homage of his arrowy tongue. ...
Pagina 236
... Angel should with Angel war , And in fierce hosting meet , who wont to meet So oft in festivals of joy and love Unanimous , as sons of one great Sire , Hymning the Eternal Father : but the shout Of battle now began , and rushing sound ...
... Angel should with Angel war , And in fierce hosting meet , who wont to meet So oft in festivals of joy and love Unanimous , as sons of one great Sire , Hymning the Eternal Father : but the shout Of battle now began , and rushing sound ...
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angel Antium Arcot arms battle behold bliss blood breast breath Brutus Cæsar CARDINAL WOLSEY Cassius Cesar cloud Coriolanus dark dead death deep divine dreadful earth Erin go bragh eternal eyes fair father fear feel friends give glory hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hell Hevey honour hope hour house of Bourbon human Hyder Ali Ithuriel Jesus king light live Lochiel look Lord lyre mind morn mountain nature never night noble o'er once pain peace Pharisees pool of Siloam praise pray proud rocks sacred Samaria Satan scene shade SHAKSPEARE sigh sight sleep smile soldiers song soul sound speak spirit stood sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tion truth twas unto vex'd virtue voice waters wave Waverly wild wings Zephon
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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,
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.