The elocutionist, a collection of pieces in prose and verse [by various authors, ed.] by J.S. KnowlesJames Sheridan Knowles 1831 |
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... turns on the red son of the furnace . As a hundred winds on Morven , as the streams of a hundred hills , as clouds fly successive over the heavens , or as the dark ocean assaults the shore of the desert - so roaring , so vast , so ...
... turns on the red son of the furnace . As a hundred winds on Morven , as the streams of a hundred hills , as clouds fly successive over the heavens , or as the dark ocean assaults the shore of the desert - so roaring , so vast , so ...
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... turning aside from the mournful epitaph , ́is it worth while to be a conqueror ! " Tiberius interrupted him with ... turn thy sceptre into iron . With thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust , the swain is happier than his ...
... turning aside from the mournful epitaph , ́is it worth while to be a conqueror ! " Tiberius interrupted him with ... turn thy sceptre into iron . With thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust , the swain is happier than his ...
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... turning author . He is fond of looking at a print from an old picture in the room , without teasing himself to copy it . He does not fret himself to death with trying to be what he is not , or to do what he cannot . He hardly knows what ...
... turning author . He is fond of looking at a print from an old picture in the room , without teasing himself to copy it . He does not fret himself to death with trying to be what he is not , or to do what he cannot . He hardly knows what ...
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... turn round its circle - when my uncle Toby , who had got up an hour before his wonted time , entered the Lieutenant's room , and , without preface or apology , sat himself down upon the chair by the bed- side , and , independently of ...
... turn round its circle - when my uncle Toby , who had got up an hour before his wonted time , entered the Lieutenant's room , and , without preface or apology , sat himself down upon the chair by the bed- side , and , independently of ...
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... upon his son ; and turning to the magistrate , with his eyes swimming • in tears , he exclaimed- " I have carried 56 PROMISCUOUS SELECTIONS The Distressed Father Mornings at Bow-street, The Distressed Father Mornings at Bow-street,
... upon his son ; and turning to the magistrate , with his eyes swimming • in tears , he exclaimed- " I have carried 56 PROMISCUOUS SELECTIONS The Distressed Father Mornings at Bow-street, The Distressed Father Mornings at Bow-street,
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Страница 217 - ONCE more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with the English dead! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man, As modest stillness and humility: But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Then, imitate the action of the tiger;
Страница 139 - tempests!—in all time— Calm or convulsed, in breeze or gale or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving—boundless, endless, and sublime! The image of Eternity!—the throne Of the invisible!—Even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made! Each zone Obeys thee! Thou goest forth, dread! fathomless! alone! The
Страница 2 - two principal parts, the one commencing, or introductory, and the other concluding. This will appear at once, if the reader will only construct a series upon the commencing part of any of the above examples. For instance, with regard to the very first— *' If to do, were as easy as to know what were good
Страница 207 - Which way I fly is hell! myself am hell! Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep, Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven! Oh, then, at last relent! is there no place Left for repentance ? none for pardon left ? None left
Страница 217 - Still, in thy right hand carry gentle peace, Corruption wins not more than honesty. To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell,
Страница 218 - And bid them speak for me. But, were I Brutus, Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb mouths! And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Ca?sar, that should move The stones of Rome to rise
Страница 143 - One morn I miss'd him on the accustom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree: Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he: " The next—with dirges due, in sad array,
Страница 131 - So light to the saddle before her he sprung! " She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow!" quoth young Lochinvar. One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood
Страница 90 - minds of your adversaries, to over-run them with the mercenary sons of rapine and plunder, devoting them and their possessions to the rapacity of hireling cruelty. If I were an American—as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay
Страница 131 - mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran; There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lea, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see! So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ? A Beth Gelert.