Lessons in Elocution, Or, A Selection of Pieces in Prose and Verse: For the Improvement of Youth in Reading and SpeakingHill and Moore, 1820 - 384 pagini |
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Pagina 243
... e'en the story ran that he could guage . In arguing too the parson own'd his skill ; For , e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still ; While words of learned length and thund'ring sound , Amaz'd the gazing rustics , rang'd around ...
... e'en the story ran that he could guage . In arguing too the parson own'd his skill ; For , e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still ; While words of learned length and thund'ring sound , Amaz'd the gazing rustics , rang'd around ...
Pagina 252
... E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries , E'en in our ashes live their wonted sires . For thee , who , mindful of the unhonor'd dead , Dost in these lines their artless tale relate , If chance , by lonely contemplation led , Some ...
... E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries , E'en in our ashes live their wonted sires . For thee , who , mindful of the unhonor'd dead , Dost in these lines their artless tale relate , If chance , by lonely contemplation led , Some ...
Pagina 253
... e'en their chief himself , As on his high tribunal rais'd he sat , Turn'd from the dang'rous sight ; and , chiding , ask'd His officers , if by this gift they meant To cloud his glory in its very dawn . She , question'd of her birth in ...
... e'en their chief himself , As on his high tribunal rais'd he sat , Turn'd from the dang'rous sight ; and , chiding , ask'd His officers , if by this gift they meant To cloud his glory in its very dawn . She , question'd of her birth in ...
Pagina 257
... E'en at the sound himself had made . Next Anger rush'd , his eyes on fire , In lightnings own'd his secret stings , In one rude clash he struck the lyre , And swept with hurried hand the strings , With woful measures , wan Despair Low ...
... E'en at the sound himself had made . Next Anger rush'd , his eyes on fire , In lightnings own'd his secret stings , In one rude clash he struck the lyre , And swept with hurried hand the strings , With woful measures , wan Despair Low ...
Pagina 263
... e'en before our death . All fame is foreign , but of true desert , Plays round the head but comes not to the heart ; One self approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers , and of loud huzzas : And more true joy , Marcellus ...
... e'en before our death . All fame is foreign , but of true desert , Plays round the head but comes not to the heart ; One self approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers , and of loud huzzas : And more true joy , Marcellus ...
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Pagina 349 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble...
Pagina 230 - Soft roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him whose Sun exalts, Whose breath perfumes you, and whose pencil paints. Ye forests, bend, ye harvests, wave to Him ; Breathe your still song into the reaper's heart, As home he goes beneath the joyous Moon.
Pagina 374 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment ! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
Pagina 373 - 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 356 - Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts; Dash him to pieces!
Pagina 366 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin...
Pagina 231 - tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.
Pagina 254 - Married to immortal verse ; Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning ; The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Pagina 262 - The bottles twain, behind his back, were shattered at a blow. Down ran the wine into the road, most piteous to be seen, Which made his horse's flanks to smoke as they had basted been. But still he...
Pagina 363 - 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...