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11. oldal
... were but a wand ) He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning
marl- ( not like those steps On heaven's azure ! ) — and the torrid clim e Smote on
him sore besides , vaulted with fire . Nathless he so endur'd , till on the beach Of ...
... were but a wand ) He walk'd with to support uneasy steps Over the burning
marl- ( not like those steps On heaven's azure ! ) — and the torrid clim e Smote on
him sore besides , vaulted with fire . Nathless he so endur'd , till on the beach Of ...
21. oldal
The troops exulting sat in order round , And beaming fires illumin'd all the ground
. As when the Moon , refulgent lamp of night ! O'er heav'ns clear azure spreads
her sacred light , When not a breath disturbs the deep serene , And not a cloud ...
The troops exulting sat in order round , And beaming fires illumin'd all the ground
. As when the Moon , refulgent lamp of night ! O'er heav'ns clear azure spreads
her sacred light , When not a breath disturbs the deep serene , And not a cloud ...
38. oldal
Tis thine , oh Glenullin ! whose bride shall await , Like a love - lighted watch - fire
, all night at the gate . A steed comes at morning - no rider is there ; But its bridle
is red with the sign of despair . Weep , Albin ! * to death and captivity led !
Tis thine , oh Glenullin ! whose bride shall await , Like a love - lighted watch - fire
, all night at the gate . A steed comes at morning - no rider is there ; But its bridle
is red with the sign of despair . Weep , Albin ! * to death and captivity led !
81. oldal
the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high : —from rock to rock Each volley
tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red
Battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . Lo ! where the Giant on the ...
the fires of death , The bale - fires flash on high : —from rock to rock Each volley
tells that thousands cease to breathe ; Death rides upon the sulphury Siroc , Red
Battle stamps his foot , and nations feel the shock . Lo ! where the Giant on the ...
106. oldal
O Cassius , you are yoked with a lamb , That carries anger , as the flint bears fire ;
Who , much enforced , shows a hasty spark , And straight is cold again . Cas .
Hath Cassius lived To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus , When grief and ...
O Cassius , you are yoked with a lamb , That carries anger , as the flint bears fire ;
Who , much enforced , shows a hasty spark , And straight is cold again . Cas .
Hath Cassius lived To be but mirth and laughter to his Brutus , When grief and ...
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angel answered appear arms battle bear blood breath Brutus Cassius cause cloud dark dead death deep dreadful earth eternal eyes fair fall father fear feel field fire friends gave give glory half hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hell honour hope hour human king learned leave less light live look Lord lost master means mind morn mountain nature never night noble o'er once pain pass peace perhaps poor praise reason rest rise round scene seemed Serv side sight sleep smile song soon soul sound speak spirit stood sure sweet tell thee thine things thou thou art thought throne true truth turn unto voice waters wave whole
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127. oldal - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
50. oldal - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
43. oldal - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
42. oldal - tis 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 in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
42. oldal - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man.
59. oldal - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
105. oldal - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
148. oldal - tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre; I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas! it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,
53. oldal - His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth defied Changed his hand, and checked his pride. He chose a 'mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood...
58. oldal - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, and monarchs tremble in their capitals ; the oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make their clay creator the vain title take of lord of thee, and arbiter of war,— these are thy toys ; and, as the snowy flake, they melt into thy yeast of waves — which mar alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | Exercises in Reading and Recitation |
| Szerkesztő | Jonathan Barber |
| Kiadás | 2 |
| Kiadó | author, 1828 |
| Eredeti forrása | a New York-i Közkönyvtár |
| Digitalizálva: | 2006. szept. 21. |
| Terjedelem | 251 oldal |
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