The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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Pagina 16
... silent , on the shore . They walk'd , worn gaunt with cares , Where land and billow meet- And of that land was theirs The dust upon their feet . SCENE FROM " KING RICHARD 11. " Shakspeare . Enter 16 THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST .
... silent , on the shore . They walk'd , worn gaunt with cares , Where land and billow meet- And of that land was theirs The dust upon their feet . SCENE FROM " KING RICHARD 11. " Shakspeare . Enter 16 THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST .
Pagina 19
... meet him , were I tied to run a - foot Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps , Or any other grounds inhabitable , Where ever Englishman dare set his foot . Meantime , let this defend my loyalty- By all my hopes , most falsely doth he ...
... meet him , were I tied to run a - foot Even to the frozen ridges of the Alps , Or any other grounds inhabitable , Where ever Englishman dare set his foot . Meantime , let this defend my loyalty- By all my hopes , most falsely doth he ...
Pagina 24
... meet , When rolling through thy stately street , The wounded show'd their mangled plight In token of the unfinish'd fight ; And from each anguish - laden wain , The blood - drops laid thy dust like rain ! How often in the distant drum ...
... meet , When rolling through thy stately street , The wounded show'd their mangled plight In token of the unfinish'd fight ; And from each anguish - laden wain , The blood - drops laid thy dust like rain ! How often in the distant drum ...
Pagina 29
... met In early youth , with feelings unconcealed , And passions unrepressed . E'en then he seemed The bane of every joy . His brow grew pale At boyhood's happy voice and guileless smile , As though they mocked him . Now he sternly mark'd ...
... met In early youth , with feelings unconcealed , And passions unrepressed . E'en then he seemed The bane of every joy . His brow grew pale At boyhood's happy voice and guileless smile , As though they mocked him . Now he sternly mark'd ...
Pagina 30
... met- A wild thrust reached him . - Then he loudly shrieked , And imprecated Death - alas ! in vain ! — To yield the final pang ! With unquenched rage He turned again on his eternal foe In fierce despair ! -But he was victor now- And in ...
... met- A wild thrust reached him . - Then he loudly shrieked , And imprecated Death - alas ! in vain ! — To yield the final pang ! With unquenched rage He turned again on his eternal foe In fierce despair ! -But he was victor now- And in ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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!