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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1 - 5 találat összesen 40 találatból.
7. oldal
... smile of alacrity disappears , we are necessitated to implore severer powers , and trust the event to patience and constancy . When once our labour has begun , the comfort that en- ables us to endure it is the prospect of its end : for ...
... smile of alacrity disappears , we are necessitated to implore severer powers , and trust the event to patience and constancy . When once our labour has begun , the comfort that en- ables us to endure it is the prospect of its end : for ...
10. oldal
... smiling scenery and pleasurable themes , the gay and beautiful will appear , undoubtedly , to more ad- vantage ; but amidst the rude scenes of nature and of society , such as Ossian describes - amidst rocks , and tor- rents , and ...
... smiling scenery and pleasurable themes , the gay and beautiful will appear , undoubtedly , to more ad- vantage ; but amidst the rude scenes of nature and of society , such as Ossian describes - amidst rocks , and tor- rents , and ...
17. oldal
... smile upon him as he eats his crust , the swain is happier than his monarch ; from whose court thou art exiled . Gracious Heaven ! grant me but health , thou great bestower of it ! and give me but this fair goddess as my companion ! and ...
... smile upon him as he eats his crust , the swain is happier than his monarch ; from whose court thou art exiled . Gracious Heaven ! grant me but health , thou great bestower of it ! and give me but this fair goddess as my companion ! and ...
24. oldal
... smiling at their follies without bitterness , sharing their affections , but not troubled by their passions , not seeking their notice , nor once dreamed of by them . He who lives wisely to himself and to his own heart , looks at the ...
... smiling at their follies without bitterness , sharing their affections , but not troubled by their passions , not seeking their notice , nor once dreamed of by them . He who lives wisely to himself and to his own heart , looks at the ...
28. oldal
... smile grate- ful as the dissolution of the ice ; that he would pursue her , though she should pass the snows of the midland cliffs , or seek shelter in the caves of the eastern cannibals ; that he would tear her from the embraces of the ...
... smile grate- ful as the dissolution of the ice ; that he would pursue her , though she should pass the snows of the midland cliffs , or seek shelter in the caves of the eastern cannibals ; that he would tear her from the embraces of the ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
affection appear arms battle beauty blessed blood close comes cried dark dead death deep delight earth eyes face fair faith fall father fear feel field fire follow give glory grave hand happiness hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour human interest kind king land leave light live look Lord master mean mind morning nature never night o'er once pass passion peace person poor present rest rise round rule scene seen side smile soon soul sound speak spirit stand storm suffer sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand true turned uncle virtue voice waves whole wild wind young
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.