The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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... brow uprais'd From thoughts of deepest woe , And on the ocean gaz'd , Like one who fronts a foe . The sire was calm and mild , And brightly shone his eye ; - How like a stately child , He look'd on sea and sky ! But on his son's lean ...
... brow uprais'd From thoughts of deepest woe , And on the ocean gaz'd , Like one who fronts a foe . The sire was calm and mild , And brightly shone his eye ; - How like a stately child , He look'd on sea and sky ! But on his son's lean ...
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... brow to brow , ourselves will hear The accuser and the accuséd freely speak : - [ Exeunt some Attendants . High - stomached are they both , and full of ire ; rage deaf as the sea , hasty as fire . In Re - enter ATTENDANTS , with ...
... brow to brow , ourselves will hear The accuser and the accuséd freely speak : - [ Exeunt some Attendants . High - stomached are they both , and full of ire ; rage deaf as the sea , hasty as fire . In Re - enter ATTENDANTS , with ...
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... brow As it thus addressed me : - " Hear , O thou man of evil ! Hear what an angel saith : Repent thy wicked doings , Ere that He recalls thy breath ; Turn , turn , whilst life is with thee , For thou canst not turn in death ! " The life ...
... brow As it thus addressed me : - " Hear , O thou man of evil ! Hear what an angel saith : Repent thy wicked doings , Ere that He recalls thy breath ; Turn , turn , whilst life is with thee , For thou canst not turn in death ! " The life ...
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... brow - a passing shade ! Yet on the battle - plain how many lay In their last dreamless sleep ! And there were those Who vainly struggled in the mighty grasp Of that stern conqueror - Death . The fitful throes Of parting life , at ...
... brow - a passing shade ! Yet on the battle - plain how many lay In their last dreamless sleep ! And there were those Who vainly struggled in the mighty grasp Of that stern conqueror - Death . The fitful throes Of parting life , at ...
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... brow grew pale At boyhood's happy voice and guileless smile , As though they mocked him . Now he sternly mark'd My well - remembered face , yet lingered not . There was a taunt upon his haughty lip , A fiery language in his scowling eye ...
... brow grew pale At boyhood's happy voice and guileless smile , As though they mocked him . Now he sternly mark'd My well - remembered face , yet lingered not . There was a taunt upon his haughty lip , A fiery language in his scowling eye ...
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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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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 80 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Страница 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!