The practical elocutionistPiper, Stephenson and Spence, 1854 - 444 oldal |
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... fear not wave nor wind ; ' Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I " Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , 66 A mother whom I love , " And have no friend save these alone , " But thee - and One above . " My father bless'd ...
... fear not wave nor wind ; ' Yet marvel not , Sir Childe , that I " Am sorrowful in mind ; For I have from my father gone , 66 A mother whom I love , " And have no friend save these alone , " But thee - and One above . " My father bless'd ...
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... fear , When death is on thy brow ? “ The world ! what means it ? -mine is here — " I will not leave thee now . I have been with thee in thine hour " Of glory and of bliss ; " Doubt not its memory's living power " To strengthen me ...
... fear , When death is on thy brow ? “ The world ! what means it ? -mine is here — " I will not leave thee now . I have been with thee in thine hour " Of glory and of bliss ; " Doubt not its memory's living power " To strengthen me ...
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... fears his fellowship to die with us . This day is called the feast of Crispian ; He that outlives this day , and comes safe home , Will stand a - tiptoe when this day is named , And rouse him at the name of Crispian : He that outlives ...
... fears his fellowship to die with us . This day is called the feast of Crispian ; He that outlives this day , and comes safe home , Will stand a - tiptoe when this day is named , And rouse him at the name of Crispian : He that outlives ...
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... fear Of agony , are thine . But to the hero - when his sword Has won the battle for the free , Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word , And in its hollow tones are heard , The thanks of millions yet to be . Come , when his task of fame ...
... fear Of agony , are thine . But to the hero - when his sword Has won the battle for the free , Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word , And in its hollow tones are heard , The thanks of millions yet to be . Come , when his task of fame ...
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... fears For him the joy of her young years , Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears ; And she , the mother of thy boys , Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak , The memory of her buried joys , And even ...
... fears For him the joy of her young years , Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears ; And she , the mother of thy boys , Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak , The memory of her buried joys , And even ...
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Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
The Practical Elocutionist: An Extensive Collection of Recitations, Selected ... Conrad Hume Pinches Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2017 |
The Practical Elocutionist: An Extensive Collection of Recitations, Selected ... Conrad Hume Pinches Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2018 |
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Népszerű szakaszok
261. oldal - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
28. oldal - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn 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...
35. oldal - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons 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.
154. oldal - Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?
236. oldal - I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
259. oldal - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Ctesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
170. oldal - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man...
174. oldal - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
170. oldal - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men "Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
18. oldal - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God...