The practical elocutionistPiper, Stephenson and Spence, 1854 - 444 páginas |
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... morning - star In his steep course ? So long he seems to On thy bald awful head , O sovran Blanc ! The Arvé and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou , most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines , How ...
... morning - star In his steep course ? So long he seems to On thy bald awful head , O sovran Blanc ! The Arvé and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou , most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines , How ...
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... morn till midnight late , Knew no rest ; And a boding tone of fate , Like an owlet's cry of hate , Chill'd his breast . Yet he raised the palsied hand , And , eager , gave command , To repel the threatening guest ; So the Esculapian ...
... morn till midnight late , Knew no rest ; And a boding tone of fate , Like an owlet's cry of hate , Chill'd his breast . Yet he raised the palsied hand , And , eager , gave command , To repel the threatening guest ; So the Esculapian ...
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... morn , A new star in the firmament , to light and glory born ! Alas ! the change ! she placed her foot upon a triple throne , And on the scaffold now she stands - beside the block alone ! The little dog that licks her hand , the last of ...
... morn , A new star in the firmament , to light and glory born ! Alas ! the change ! she placed her foot upon a triple throne , And on the scaffold now she stands - beside the block alone ! The little dog that licks her hand , the last of ...
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... morn ! Oh spring to light , auspicious babe , be born ! See , nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring , With all the incense of the breathing spring ; See lofty Lebanon his head advance , See nodding forests on the mountains dance ...
... morn ! Oh spring to light , auspicious babe , be born ! See , nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring , With all the incense of the breathing spring ; See lofty Lebanon his head advance , See nodding forests on the mountains dance ...
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... morn , Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver horn ; But lost , dissolved in thy superior rays , One tide of glory , one unclouded blaze O'erflow thy courts : the Light himself shall shine Revealed , and God's eternal day be thine . The ...
... morn , Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver horn ; But lost , dissolved in thy superior rays , One tide of glory , one unclouded blaze O'erflow thy courts : the Light himself shall shine Revealed , and God's eternal day be thine . The ...
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TĂ©rminos y frases comunes
Acres Adras Æsop arms art thou battle behold blood bosom brave breast brow Brutus Bull Cæsar Caius Verres Casca cheers cried dare dark dead dear death Doge dost doth dread Duke earth enemies eyes fate father fear feel fire Gabor Gaul gentleman give glory hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope HORACE SMITH hour justice king lady Lioni live Lochinvar look lord loud Mark Antony mind ne'er never night noble o'er once patricians peace pray proud R. B. SHERIDAN Rienzi rise Roman Rome Samian wine Scythians Shylock Sicily SIEGENDORF Sir Fret Sir Luc smile Sneer soldiers soul speak Speaker spirit sword tears tell thee thine thou hast thought throne traitor trembling Twas Tyke Venice voice wild word young Zounds
Pasajes populares
Página 261 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.‎
Página 28 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn 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...‎
Página 35 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.‎
Página 154 - Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?‎
Página 236 - I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...‎
Página 259 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Ctesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.‎
Página 170 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man...‎
Página 174 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.‎
Página 170 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men "Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.‎
Página 18 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God...‎