The elocutionist, a collection of pieces in prose and verse [by various authors, ed.] by J.S. KnowlesJames Sheridan Knowles 1883 |
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xii. oldal
... Plain of Marathon Lochinvar • A Beth Gelert Bruce to his Army The Sailor's Orphan Boy Harmony of Expression Battle of the Baltic The Ocean . • The present aspect of Greece The Curfew The Battle of Blenheim The Wreck of the Hesperus On ...
... Plain of Marathon Lochinvar • A Beth Gelert Bruce to his Army The Sailor's Orphan Boy Harmony of Expression Battle of the Baltic The Ocean . • The present aspect of Greece The Curfew The Battle of Blenheim The Wreck of the Hesperus On ...
10. oldal
... plain and venerable manner of the ancient times . He deals in no superfluous or gaudy ornaments ; but throws forth his images with a rapid con- ciseness , which enables them to strike the mind with the greatest force . Among poets of ...
... plain and venerable manner of the ancient times . He deals in no superfluous or gaudy ornaments ; but throws forth his images with a rapid con- ciseness , which enables them to strike the mind with the greatest force . Among poets of ...
14. oldal
... plains of Indostan , I had rev- erenced it . The rest of his outline may be given in a few strokes ; one might put it into the hands of any one to design ; for it was neither elegant nor otherwise , but as character and expression made ...
... plains of Indostan , I had rev- erenced it . The rest of his outline may be given in a few strokes ; one might put it into the hands of any one to design ; for it was neither elegant nor otherwise , but as character and expression made ...
19. oldal
... plain - But thou shalt fall like Morar ; and the mourner shall sit on thy tomb . The hills shall know thee no more , thy bow shall lie in the hall unstrung . Thou wert swift , O Morar ! as a roe on the hill - terrible as a meteor of ...
... plain - But thou shalt fall like Morar ; and the mourner shall sit on thy tomb . The hills shall know thee no more , thy bow shall lie in the hall unstrung . Thou wert swift , O Morar ! as a roe on the hill - terrible as a meteor of ...
45. oldal
... plain borders upon the rugged mountain ; you walk in imagined security , and find yourself upon the brink of an abyss ; you fall asleep with the languor of the calm , and awaken with the fury of the tempest ! Campbell soothes the ...
... plain borders upon the rugged mountain ; you walk in imagined security , and find yourself upon the brink of an abyss ; you fall asleep with the languor of the calm , and awaken with the fury of the tempest ! Campbell soothes the ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Ajut Anningait arms battle beauty behold Black Crows blessed blood bosom brave breast breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar Caius Verres Chirsty cried dark dead death deep delight dread earth Eliza Cook eyes fair faith father fear feel Gelert give glory grace grave hand happiness hath head hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre honour hope hour human inflection king labour Laird light live Lochinvar look look'd Lord Lord Byron mind morning nature never night numbers o'er once passion peace pibroch pleasure poor pride religion replied rise round Sally Brown Satan scene smile soul sound spirit stood storm suffer sweet sword tears tell tempest thee thing Thomas Hood thou hast thought thunder tion tremble Twas uncle Toby virtue voice waves weep wild wind words young youth
Népszerű szakaszok
349. 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.
244. oldal - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
234. 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...
233. oldal - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
314. oldal - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
244. oldal - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops, as they pass, Grieving — if aught inanimate e'er grieves — Over the unreturning brave, — alas ! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure; when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low!
359. oldal - Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then the soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
352. oldal - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large...
171. 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.
327. 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.