The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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... rising o'er the drooping world , Lifts her pale eye unjoyous . Then appears The various labour of the silent Night ; Prone from the dripping cave , and ... rise : Wide - spouted o'er the hill the frozen brook , THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST . 13.
... rising o'er the drooping world , Lifts her pale eye unjoyous . Then appears The various labour of the silent Night ; Prone from the dripping cave , and ... rise : Wide - spouted o'er the hill the frozen brook , THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST . 13.
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... rising smoke O'ertop the lofty wood that skirts the wild . A vagabond and useless tribe there eat Their miserable meal . A kettle slung Between two poles upon a stick transverse , Receives the morsel ; flesh obscene of dog , Or vermin ...
... rising smoke O'ertop the lofty wood that skirts the wild . A vagabond and useless tribe there eat Their miserable meal . A kettle slung Between two poles upon a stick transverse , Receives the morsel ; flesh obscene of dog , Or vermin ...
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... Rise in my soul . - How shall I save my friends ? ' Tis now , O Cæsar , I begin to fear thee.- Farewell , my friends ! if there be any of you Who dare not trust the victor's clemency , Know , there are ships prepared by my command ...
... Rise in my soul . - How shall I save my friends ? ' Tis now , O Cæsar , I begin to fear thee.- Farewell , my friends ! if there be any of you Who dare not trust the victor's clemency , Know , there are ships prepared by my command ...
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... rise ! -You are , sir ; -eyes of lynx , Ears of the stag , a footfall like the snow ; You are a valiant fellow ; -yea , a trusty , Religious , exemplary , incorrupt , And precious jewel of a fellow , Huguet ! If I live long enough ...
... rise ! -You are , sir ; -eyes of lynx , Ears of the stag , a footfall like the snow ; You are a valiant fellow ; -yea , a trusty , Religious , exemplary , incorrupt , And precious jewel of a fellow , Huguet ! If I live long enough ...
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... Dost thou not see thy father ? Fern . Yes ! Thy looks Are words of love that call me from thy feet Up to thy arms . Proc . Up to them , then ! Fern . [ rising , and throwing himself into the 68 THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST .
... Dost thou not see thy father ? Fern . Yes ! Thy looks Are words of love that call me from thy feet Up to thy arms . Proc . Up to them , then ! Fern . [ rising , and throwing himself into the 68 THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST .
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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!