De Witt's Perfect Orator: Comprising a Great Number of Readings, Recitations, Dialogues and Harangues ... Added to which are Very Carefully Composed Prefatory Remarks ... Together with a Number of Useful Suggestions as to the Stage Arrangements, Making the Costumes, Scenery ...Henry Llewellyn Williams R.M. De Witt, 1872 - 180 oldal |
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57. oldal
... seem . Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each to ...
... seem . Life is real ! Life is earnest ! And the grave is not its goal ; " Dust thou art , to dust returnest , " Was not spoken of the soul . Not enjoyment , and not sorrow , Is our destined end or way ; But to act , that each to ...
61. oldal
... seems to me a youth of great humanity : Just ere he closed his eyes , that swam in tears , He wrung my hand , and pressed it to his lips ; And with a look that pierced me to the soul , Begged me to comfort thee : and - Dost thou hear me ...
... seems to me a youth of great humanity : Just ere he closed his eyes , that swam in tears , He wrung my hand , and pressed it to his lips ; And with a look that pierced me to the soul , Begged me to comfort thee : and - Dost thou hear me ...
62. oldal
... AGNES . You're too severe : reason my justly plead For her own preservation . O. WIL . Rest contented : Whate'er resistance I may seem to make , I am betrayed within my will's seduced , And my 62 THE PERFECT ORATOR .
... AGNES . You're too severe : reason my justly plead For her own preservation . O. WIL . Rest contented : Whate'er resistance I may seem to make , I am betrayed within my will's seduced , And my 62 THE PERFECT ORATOR .
68. oldal
... seems ominous , -I'll none of them , Call me the Tribune of the people : there My honoring duty lies . ( the CITIZENS off , shout , Hail to our Tribune ! -The bell sounds thrice ; shouts again . ) Hark - the bell , the bell ! That , to ...
... seems ominous , -I'll none of them , Call me the Tribune of the people : there My honoring duty lies . ( the CITIZENS off , shout , Hail to our Tribune ! -The bell sounds thrice ; shouts again . ) Hark - the bell , the bell ! That , to ...
79. oldal
... seem horrible . HU . Is this your promise ? go to ; hold your tongue . AT . Hubert , the utterance of a brace of tongues Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes : Let me not hold my tongue ; let me not , Hubert : Or , Hubert , if ...
... seem horrible . HU . Is this your promise ? go to ; hold your tongue . AT . Hubert , the utterance of a brace of tongues Must needs want pleading for a pair of eyes : Let me not hold my tongue ; let me not , Hubert : Or , Hubert , if ...
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134. oldal - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea!
47. oldal - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
150. oldal - Shoots into port at some well-haven'd isle, Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore, ' Where tempests never beat nor billows roar,' * And thy loved consort on the dangerous tide Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side.
48. oldal - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title.
94. oldal - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ? What mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand...
91. oldal - And with them the Being Beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
96. oldal - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
135. oldal - O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best ; And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
50. oldal - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
57. oldal - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.