The general reciter; a unique selection of the most admired and popular readings and recitations1845 |
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2. oldal
... young infidels besides mysen , and I am cum'd to know if I can't be his executioner . ' THE MONK AND THE JEW ; OR THE CATHOLIC CONVERT . To make new converts truly bless'd A recipe - Probatum est . Stern Winter clad in frost and snow ...
... young infidels besides mysen , and I am cum'd to know if I can't be his executioner . ' THE MONK AND THE JEW ; OR THE CATHOLIC CONVERT . To make new converts truly bless'd A recipe - Probatum est . Stern Winter clad in frost and snow ...
4. oldal
... young ladies , insensibly led me to throw off my reserve and sheepishness , till at length I ventured to join in conversation , and even to start fresh subjects . The library being richly fur- nished with books in elegant bindings , and ...
... young ladies , insensibly led me to throw off my reserve and sheepishness , till at length I ventured to join in conversation , and even to start fresh subjects . The library being richly fur- nished with books in elegant bindings , and ...
20. oldal
... young ladies in the top boxes going to bed ? Why , my dear ? Because , pa , they look half un- dressed . Half undressed my dear , that's what they call being full dressed . Full dressed , papa , then I should like to know what they call ...
... young ladies in the top boxes going to bed ? Why , my dear ? Because , pa , they look half un- dressed . Half undressed my dear , that's what they call being full dressed . Full dressed , papa , then I should like to know what they call ...
29. oldal
... young woman , what do you do here ? I don't know . Why don't you go home ? -Acause I've got none.- ) -Well , go to your mother's . I haven't got one . - Go to your father , then . - I've not got a father . - Go to your brother's or ...
... young woman , what do you do here ? I don't know . Why don't you go home ? -Acause I've got none.- ) -Well , go to your mother's . I haven't got one . - Go to your father , then . - I've not got a father . - Go to your brother's or ...
32. oldal
... young lady was found , exactly such a one as we may well suppose a person with his views would be glad to find . She was tolerably handsome , not more than three - and - twenty , with a good fortune ; and , what was the best part of the ...
... young lady was found , exactly such a one as we may well suppose a person with his views would be glad to find . She was tolerably handsome , not more than three - and - twenty , with a good fortune ; and , what was the best part of the ...
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arms Ashfield battle of Malplaquet Bill bless blood Brutus Cæsar Caius Verres Calais Capt coach cried Cushendall dark dead dear death derry devil Dick dinner Eugenius eyes face fair father fellow fire flure gentlemen Geoffrey Owen give hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope Iago Jack JOHN ANDERSON jonteel lady larn laugh live look Lord ma'am master mind morning mysen neighbours never night Number Numps o'er pardon pittayatees poor pray round Sally Samian wine scene shoes sigh sing sleep smile song soon soul soup maigre squire Stick stood sure t'other tears tell thee there's thing thou thought Twas Vaiter Vell what's wife wind woice word worship Yorick young Zounds
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119. oldal - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar, I found it in his closet, 't is his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read,) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins...
229. oldal - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
106. oldal - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble...
261. oldal - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore...
34. oldal - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
207. oldal - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world : And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it ; — yet I'll hammer 't out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, My soul the father : and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts...
118. oldal - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
120. oldal - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
107. oldal - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high. How they point to the Persian abodes, And glittering temples of their hostile gods!
217. oldal - ... abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor.— What's that,...