The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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... clouds to trouble life , Let me , the charge of some good angel , find One who has known and has escaped mankind Polite , yet virtuous , who has brought away The manners , not the morals , of the day : With him , perhaps with her ...
... clouds to trouble life , Let me , the charge of some good angel , find One who has known and has escaped mankind Polite , yet virtuous , who has brought away The manners , not the morals , of the day : With him , perhaps with her ...
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... clouds that roll'd The sea and sky between , The youth his 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 ...
... clouds that roll'd The sea and sky between , The youth his 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 ...
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... clouds that in it fly . Once more , the more to aggravate the note , With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat ; And wish ( so please my sovereign ) , ere I move , What my tongue speaks my right - drawn sword may prove . Norf . Let ...
... clouds that in it fly . Once more , the more to aggravate the note , With a foul traitor's name stuff I thy throat ; And wish ( so please my sovereign ) , ere I move , What my tongue speaks my right - drawn sword may prove . Norf . Let ...
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... cloud was on the seraph's 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 ...
... cloud was on the seraph's 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 ...
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... cloud That flits o'er summer's 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 ...
... cloud That flits o'er summer's 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 ...
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Andy arms aweary behold beneath blast blood bosom brave breast breath brow Cæsar Charles of Anjou cloud Conradine cried dark dead dear death deep dread Duchess d'Alençon Duke Durfy e'er Elderslie eyes father fear feel Fern friends give Gloc glory hand Hast hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour Huguet Inchcape Rock Jacob JACOB BROWN James Sheridan Knowles John of Procida king lady lance loud land linstock live look look'd lord Magyars Misther Dick morn mourn Murphy never night noble Norf o'er once pale pass'd pity poor Proc Rich Romeo rose Sampson scene shame shore sigh Sir Lucius smile sorrow soul Squire steeds stood sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing Thomas spurs thou thought Twas voice wild wind Wolsey 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!