A system of elocution based upon grammatical analysisT. Laurie, 1869 - 432 páginas |
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... Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget- Can I forget the hallow'd grove , Where by the winding Ayr we met , To live one day of parting love ? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of ...
... Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget- Can I forget the hallow'd grove , Where by the winding Ayr we met , To live one day of parting love ? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of ...
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... hear faintly above me The cry of the wind and the rain ; Than lie in the kirkyard lonely , With fingers and toes upcurl'd , And be conscious of never a motion Save the slow rolling round of the world . I would not be lying yonder ...
... hear faintly above me The cry of the wind and the rain ; Than lie in the kirkyard lonely , With fingers and toes upcurl'd , And be conscious of never a motion Save the slow rolling round of the world . I would not be lying yonder ...
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... hear in the darkness If the people are singing your songs ! ROBERT BUCHANAN . THE HIGHLAND HILLS . THE Highland Hills ! There are songs of mirth , And joy , and love , on the gladsome earth , For Spring , in her queenly robes , hath ...
... hear in the darkness If the people are singing your songs ! ROBERT BUCHANAN . THE HIGHLAND HILLS . THE Highland Hills ! There are songs of mirth , And joy , and love , on the gladsome earth , For Spring , in her queenly robes , hath ...
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... hear ; — Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere . Lady Clara Vere de Vere , There stands a spectre in your hall : The guilt of blood is at your door ; — You changed a wholesome heart to gall . You held ...
... hear ; — Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere . Lady Clara Vere de Vere , There stands a spectre in your hall : The guilt of blood is at your door ; — You changed a wholesome heart to gall . You held ...
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... hear not now the booming waters roar , The battle - thunders will not break their rest : -Keep thy red gold and gems , thou stormy grave— Give back the true and brave ! Give back the lost and lovely ! those for whom 94 A SYSTEM OF ...
... hear not now the booming waters roar , The battle - thunders will not break their rest : -Keep thy red gold and gems , thou stormy grave— Give back the true and brave ! Give back the lost and lovely ! those for whom 94 A SYSTEM OF ...
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Términos y frases comunes
actor Antony battle bear Bianca blood bosom brave breast Brutus C. H. SPURGEON Cæsar Casca character Christ Christian Covenanters dark dead dear death Demosthenes divine door doth ducats Duke earth Elocution eternal eyes father Fazio feeling give Glorious glory grace grave hand hath hear heard heart heaven Highland Hills honour hope human Jesus justice labour land larynx laws liberty light living look Lord Mark Antony mind moral nature never Nevermore night noble o'er orator prayers pride principle Quoth the Raven religion Ring Robert Burns scene sentence shore Shylock smile soul speak spirit St Pier suffered SURPLUS LABOUR sweet sword tears tell thee things THOMAS CHALMERS thou art thought tion tone true utterance Vere de Vere voice wild words
Pasajes populares
Página 45 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he Is a Christian : But more, for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice.
Página 81 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since : their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Página 139 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
Página 385 - 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 Caesar's, to him I say that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Página 390 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on : 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the " Nervii: Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 348 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Página 386 - Who is here so base, that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude, that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended.
Página 347 - The orchard walls are high, and hard to climb; And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
Página 51 - Forbear, my son," the Hermit cries, "To tempt the dangerous gloom; For yonder faithless phantom flies To lure thee to thy doom. "Here to the houseless child of want My door is open still; And though my portion is but scant, I give it with good will.
Página 45 - O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love, For others