Exercises in Reading and Recitation |
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12. oldal
... It is most true ; true , I have married her ;The very head and front of my
offending Hath this extent — no more . Rude am I in speech , And little bless'd
with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years pith ,
' Till now ...
... It is most true ; true , I have married her ;The very head and front of my
offending Hath this extent — no more . Rude am I in speech , And little bless'd
with the set phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years pith ,
' Till now ...
18. oldal
Yes , throughout : He's a true sinking paper , past all doubt . The retail politician's
anxious thought Deems this side always right , and that stark naught : He foams
with censure ; . with applause he raves ; A dupe to rumours , and a tool to knaves
...
Yes , throughout : He's a true sinking paper , past all doubt . The retail politician's
anxious thought Deems this side always right , and that stark naught : He foams
with censure ; . with applause he raves ; A dupe to rumours , and a tool to knaves
...
73. oldal
Tis true a few Old Maids abus'd the pother“ Heav'n's ! if one husband dies , —why
take another ! ” Said they - contemptuous , cocking up the nose ; " Ridiculous
enough ! -and what about ? « To make for a dead husband such a rout ! 6.
Tis true a few Old Maids abus'd the pother“ Heav'n's ! if one husband dies , —why
take another ! ” Said they - contemptuous , cocking up the nose ; " Ridiculous
enough ! -and what about ? « To make for a dead husband such a rout ! 6.
77. oldal
But until you become lost to all feelings of your true interest and your national
dignity , freedom they can have from none but you . This is the commodity of price
, of which you have the monopoly . This is the true act of navigation , which binds
...
But until you become lost to all feelings of your true interest and your national
dignity , freedom they can have from none but you . This is the commodity of price
, of which you have the monopoly . This is the true act of navigation , which binds
...
109. oldal
Yet this alone should from his part Sever each true and loyal heart . Sold .
Frowning , and both rising hastily ] And heard'st thou why he drew his blade ?
Heard'st thou , that shameful word and blow Brought Roderick's vengeance on
his foe ?
Yet this alone should from his part Sever each true and loyal heart . Sold .
Frowning , and both rising hastily ] And heard'st thou why he drew his blade ?
Heard'st thou , that shameful word and blow Brought Roderick's vengeance on
his foe ?
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Népszerű szakaszok
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.