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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
accent awful beauty behold beneath blood bosom brave breast breath brow Circumflex clouds cried dark dead death deep degree delight despair Diag Diagram dread earth elevated emphatic eternal Excalibur expression eyes Falling Inflexion father fear feel Gelert gesture give glory glottis grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven Helon honour hope hour human king King Arthur Lars Porsena light limbs lips living look lord loud marked mind Modulation monophthong motion nature never night o'er pain passions pause pharynx pleasure pride principal Quintilian Rapture Rising Inflexion round Samian wine scene sense sentence silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile solemn sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood sweet sword syllable tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought tion tone twas vile bands voice waves wild wind words youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 225 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles, and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Pagina 310 - Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon 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.
Pagina 130 - To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime ; that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened...
Pagina 156 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch, and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Pagina 286 - They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week or the next year?
Pagina 391 - The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Pagina 359 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Pagina 286 - We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. •Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication?
Pagina 170 - ... flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain. And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pagina 127 - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.