The Standard elocutionist; and gem-book of British authors, ed. by A. CunninghamA. Cunningham 1850 |
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Pagina 44
A. Cunningham. " And bid me not depart , " she cried , " My Rudolph , say not so ! This is no time to quit thy side ; Peace , peace , I cannot go . Hath the world aught for me to fear When death is on thy brow ? The world ! what means it ...
A. Cunningham. " And bid me not depart , " she cried , " My Rudolph , say not so ! This is no time to quit thy side ; Peace , peace , I cannot go . Hath the world aught for me to fear When death is on thy brow ? The world ! what means it ...
Pagina 65
... cried , " who loves me there Pick up my gage , and with it take the charge A dying man gives with his parting breath , That he present it to that kinsman of My house who takes its rightful quarrel up , And whom with all my rights I here ...
... cried , " who loves me there Pick up my gage , and with it take the charge A dying man gives with his parting breath , That he present it to that kinsman of My house who takes its rightful quarrel up , And whom with all my rights I here ...
Pagina 70
... cried ; " If I may yet be gone ! And " - -but the booming shots replied , And fast the flames rolled on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in his waving hair ; And looked from that lone post of death , In still yet brave despair ...
... cried ; " If I may yet be gone ! And " - -but the booming shots replied , And fast the flames rolled on . Upon his brow he felt their breath , And in his waving hair ; And looked from that lone post of death , In still yet brave despair ...
Pagina 77
... cried , " " Tis but the screaming of the eagle . " Alas ! ' twas not the eyrie's sound , - Their bloody bands had track'd us out . Up - listening starts our couchant hound : And , hark ! again that nearer shout Brings faster on the ...
... cried , " " Tis but the screaming of the eagle . " Alas ! ' twas not the eyrie's sound , - Their bloody bands had track'd us out . Up - listening starts our couchant hound : And , hark ! again that nearer shout Brings faster on the ...
Pagina 85
... tone must be rapid : the interrupting call must be in the tone familiar to those who know the peculiar cries of the small vendors in the streets of London . Ah , yes ! this rural and exalted spot Each THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST . 85.
... tone must be rapid : the interrupting call must be in the tone familiar to those who know the peculiar cries of the small vendors in the streets of London . Ah , yes ! this rural and exalted spot Each THE STANDARD ELOCUTIONIST . 85.
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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!