The practical elocutionistPiper, Stephenson and Spence, 1854 - 444 oldal |
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30. oldal
... sword of God , To drive from Orleans far the English wolves , " And crown thee in the rescued walls of Rheims . " All is accomplish'd . I have here this day " Fulfilled my mission , and anointed thee 61 Chief servant of the people . Of ...
... sword of God , To drive from Orleans far the English wolves , " And crown thee in the rescued walls of Rheims . " All is accomplish'd . I have here this day " Fulfilled my mission , and anointed thee 61 Chief servant of the people . Of ...
35. oldal
... sword , he weapon had none ; He rode all unarm'd , and he rode all alone ! So faithful in love , and so dauntless in war , There never was knight like the young Lochinvar ! He stay❜d not for brake , and he stopp'd not for stone- He ...
... sword , he weapon had none ; He rode all unarm'd , and he rode all alone ! So faithful in love , and so dauntless in war , There never was knight like the young Lochinvar ! He stay❜d not for brake , and he stopp'd not for stone- He ...
40. oldal
... 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 is wrought ; Come , with the laurel - leaf blood ...
... 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 is wrought ; Come , with the laurel - leaf blood ...
43. oldal
... sword she could not wield ; She thought of all her blighted hopes - the dreams of youth's brief day- And summon'd ... swords are drawn , and daggers gleam , and tears and words are vain , The ruffian steel is in his heart - the faithful ...
... sword she could not wield ; She thought of all her blighted hopes - the dreams of youth's brief day- And summon'd ... swords are drawn , and daggers gleam , and tears and words are vain , The ruffian steel is in his heart - the faithful ...
60. oldal
... sword shall wield , Another hand the standard wave , Till from the trumpet's mouth is peal'd The blast of triumph o'er thy grave . BRYANT . THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM . BUT now the trumpet , terrible from far , In shriller clangours ...
... sword shall wield , Another hand the standard wave , Till from the trumpet's mouth is peal'd The blast of triumph o'er thy grave . BRYANT . THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM . BUT now the trumpet , terrible from far , In shriller clangours ...
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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 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
Acres Adras Æsop arms art thou battle behold blood bosom brave breast brow Brutus Bull Cæsar Caius Verres Casca cheers cried dare dark dead dear death Doge dost doth dread Duke earth enemies eyes fate father fear feel fire Gabor Gaul gentleman give glory hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope HORACE SMITH hour justice king lady Lioni live Lochinvar look lord loud Mark Antony mind ne'er never night noble o'er once patricians peace pray proud R. B. SHERIDAN Rienzi rise Roman Rome Samian wine Scythians Shylock Sicily SIEGENDORF Sir Fret Sir Luc smile Sneer soldiers soul speak Speaker spirit sword tears tell thee thine thou hast thought throne traitor trembling Twas Tyke Venice voice wild word young Zounds
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...