The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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Pagina 12
... cried " Ain't you coming , ho ? " . To which that boy replied " Look out below ! " Then clasp'd his hand - the chimney being swept , That pensive urchin down the brickwork crept . * * * * Long years had pass'd , that boy became a man ...
... cried " Ain't you coming , ho ? " . To which that boy replied " Look out below ! " Then clasp'd his hand - the chimney being swept , That pensive urchin down the brickwork crept . * * * * Long years had pass'd , that boy became a man ...
Pagina 17
... cried , " If Poland cannot thrive , The mother o'er the tide , May follow with her five . " But Poland yet shall fling Dismay on Poland's foes , As when the Wizard King * Aveng'd her ancient woes ; For soon her cause will be Rous'd ...
... cried , " If Poland cannot thrive , The mother o'er the tide , May follow with her five . " But Poland yet shall fling Dismay on Poland's foes , As when the Wizard King * Aveng'd her ancient woes ; For soon her cause will be Rous'd ...
Pagina 19
... cries , Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth , To me for justice and rough chastisement : And , by the glorious worth of my descent , This arm shall do it , or this life be spent . K. Rich . How high a pitch his resolution ...
... cries , Even from the tongueless caverns of the earth , To me for justice and rough chastisement : And , by the glorious worth of my descent , This arm shall do it , or this life be spent . K. Rich . How high a pitch his resolution ...
Pagina 30
... cried , " On to the Hell of Battle , and the war Coeval with eternity ! " That voice , Whose sound was thunder , breathed resistless spells , For , wrought to sudden frenzy , on we rushed To join the strife of millions . One alone Amid ...
... cried , " On to the Hell of Battle , and the war Coeval with eternity ! " That voice , Whose sound was thunder , breathed resistless spells , For , wrought to sudden frenzy , on we rushed To join the strife of millions . One alone Amid ...
Pagina 43
... holy heaven above ; Its pale stars watching to behold The might of earthly love . * She is supposed to be witnessing her husband perish by the rack . " And bid me not depart , " she cried THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST . 48.
... holy heaven above ; Its pale stars watching to behold The might of earthly love . * She is supposed to be witnessing her husband perish by the rack . " And bid me not depart , " she cried THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST . 48.
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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
Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 80 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Pagina 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!