The Elocutionist: A Collection of Pieces in Prose and Verse, Peculiarly Adapted to Display the Art of Reading |
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xx. oldal
... thee ? Behold that law fulfilled in the meritorious life of thy Redeemer . Shall dust and ashes stand in the presence of that uncreated glory , before which principalities and powers bow down , tremble , and adore ? Shall guilty and ...
... thee ? Behold that law fulfilled in the meritorious life of thy Redeemer . Shall dust and ashes stand in the presence of that uncreated glory , before which principalities and powers bow down , tremble , and adore ? Shall guilty and ...
9. oldal
... thee , and they trembled ; the overflowing of the water passed by ; the deep uttered his voice , and lifted up his hands on high . " The noted instance given by Longinus from Moses- " God said , let there be light ; and there was light ...
... thee , and they trembled ; the overflowing of the water passed by ; the deep uttered his voice , and lifted up his hands on high . " The noted instance given by Longinus from Moses- " God said , let there be light ; and there was light ...
17. oldal
... thee , thou art no less bitter on that account . It is thou , Liberty ! thrice sweet and gracious goddess ! whom all , in public or in private , wor- ship ; whose taste is grateful , and ever will be so , till Na- ture herself shall ...
... thee , thou art no less bitter on that account . It is thou , Liberty ! thrice sweet and gracious goddess ! whom all , in public or in private , wor- ship ; whose taste is grateful , and ever will be so , till Na- ture herself shall ...
19. oldal
... thee . A tree , with scarce a leaf - long grass whistling in the wind - mark , to the hunter's eye , the grave of the mighty Morar ! —Morar ! thou art low indeed : thou hast no mother to mourn thee ; no maid with her tears of love ...
... thee . A tree , with scarce a leaf - long grass whistling in the wind - mark , to the hunter's eye , the grave of the mighty Morar ! —Morar ! thou art low indeed : thou hast no mother to mourn thee ; no maid with her tears of love ...
21. oldal
... thee a second time . Thy years are few , but full , my son . The victim of virtue has reached the utmost purpose and goal of mortality ! Who next , my friends ? This is the hour of heroes . " — " Your kinsman , " cried John de Aire ...
... thee a second time . Thy years are few , but full , my son . The victim of virtue has reached the utmost purpose and goal of mortality ! Who next , my friends ? This is the hour of heroes . " — " Your kinsman , " cried John de Aire ...
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236. oldal - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide; To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame...
xvii. oldal - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat...
245. oldal - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness...
351. oldal - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
329. oldal - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.
235. oldal - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees, the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield...
173. oldal - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. 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.
350. oldal - Yet Brutus says, he was ambitious ; And Brutus is an honourable 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 honourable man.
216. oldal - Far flashed the red artillery ! But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
349. oldal - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...