The Elocutionist: A Collection of Pieces in Prose and Verse, Peculiarly Adapted to Display the Art of Reading |
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... breast , the most dreadful . It is made up - of shame , from the sense of the impropriety of past conduct ; of grief , for the effects of it ; of pity , for those who suffer by it , and of the dread and terror of punishment , from the ...
... breast , the most dreadful . It is made up - of shame , from the sense of the impropriety of past conduct ; of grief , for the effects of it ; of pity , for those who suffer by it , and of the dread and terror of punishment , from the ...
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... breast — a slender white staff with which he journeyed being in his right- when I had got close up to him , he introduced himself with the little story of the wants of his convent , and the poverty of his order — and did it with so ...
... breast — a slender white staff with which he journeyed being in his right- when I had got close up to him , he introduced himself with the little story of the wants of his convent , and the poverty of his order — and did it with so ...
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... to have done with her resentments in him : he showed none but letting his staff fall within his arms , he pressed both his hands with resignation upon his breast -and retired . My heart smote me the moment he shut the door- IN PROSE . 15.
... to have done with her resentments in him : he showed none but letting his staff fall within his arms , he pressed both his hands with resignation upon his breast -and retired . My heart smote me the moment he shut the door- IN PROSE . 15.
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... breast of the lake , when the loud wind is hushed into repose.- -Narrow is thy dwelling now - dark the place of thine abode . With three steps I compass thy grave , 0 thou who wast so great before ! Four stones , with their heads of ...
... breast of the lake , when the loud wind is hushed into repose.- -Narrow is thy dwelling now - dark the place of thine abode . With three steps I compass thy grave , 0 thou who wast so great before ! Four stones , with their heads of ...
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... breast.- 66 " The hunters found the hapless pair . He afterwards walked the hill - but many and silent were his steps round the dark dwelling of his love . - The fleet of the ocean came . -He fought ; the strangers fled . - He searched ...
... breast.- 66 " The hunters found the hapless pair . He afterwards walked the hill - but many and silent were his steps round the dark dwelling of his love . - The fleet of the ocean came . -He fought ; the strangers fled . - He searched ...
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Términos y frases comunes
arms Bacchus battle beauty behold beneath Black Crows blood Bolus bosom brave breast breath bright brow Brutus bull Cæsar Chirsty clouds cried dark dead death deep delight dread earth Eliza Cook ERIN GO BRAGH eyes fair faithful father fear fire Gelert glory grave Greece hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry of Navarre honour hope hour king Laird land light live Lochiel Lochinvar lonely look look'd Lord loud mind morning Mount Lebanon ne'er Netherby never night o'er pale pass'd peace pibroch plain pride rage roar round Sally Brown shore sigh sleep smile soul sound spear spirit stars stood storm stream sweet sword tears tell tempest thee thing thou thought thunder tremble Twas uncle Toby voice waves weep wild wind words young
Pasajes populares
Página 236 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide; To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame...
Página xvii - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat...
Página 245 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness...
Página 351 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Página 329 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.
Página 235 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees, the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield...
Página 173 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. 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.
Página 350 - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable 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 honourable man.
Página 216 - Far flashed the red artillery ! But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Página 349 - 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...