Rhetorical Dialogues: Or, Dramatic Selections for the Use of Schools, Academies, and FamiliesDurrie, & Peck, 1839 - 514 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 16 találatból.
9. oldal
... Emma , Soldiers , People , 203 205 Talfourd , 211 Scene Second , Scene Third , Scene Fourth , Scene Fifth , Scene Sixth , Scene Seventh , Scene Eighth , Scene Ninth , Scene Tenth , • Knowles , 217 218 220 229 232 234 238 245 249 250 ...
... Emma , Soldiers , People , 203 205 Talfourd , 211 Scene Second , Scene Third , Scene Fourth , Scene Fifth , Scene Sixth , Scene Seventh , Scene Eighth , Scene Ninth , Scene Tenth , • Knowles , 217 218 220 229 232 234 238 245 249 250 ...
217. oldal
... EMMA - SOLDIERS-- PEOPLE . Scene 1. - The outside of the Castle of Altorf . Gesler's Archers , escorting some peasants , prisoners . ( Enter Tell and Michael , at a distance . ) Tell . Do you know them ? Michael . No. Tell . Nor I ...
... EMMA - SOLDIERS-- PEOPLE . Scene 1. - The outside of the Castle of Altorf . Gesler's Archers , escorting some peasants , prisoners . ( Enter Tell and Michael , at a distance . ) Tell . Do you know them ? Michael . No. Tell . Nor I ...
220. oldal
... Emma . ( Enter Emma . ) O , the fresh morning ! Heaven's kind messenger , That never empty - handed comes to those Who know to use its gifts . - Praise be to Him Who loads it still , and bids it constant run The errand of his bounty ...
... Emma . ( Enter Emma . ) O , the fresh morning ! Heaven's kind messenger , That never empty - handed comes to those Who know to use its gifts . - Praise be to Him Who loads it still , and bids it constant run The errand of his bounty ...
221. oldal
... Emma . I'm glad you husband what you're taught . That is the lesson of content , my son ; He who finds which , has all -- who misses , nothing . Alb . Content is a good thing . Emma . A thing , the good Alone can profit by . Alb . My ...
... Emma . I'm glad you husband what you're taught . That is the lesson of content , my son ; He who finds which , has all -- who misses , nothing . Alb . Content is a good thing . Emma . A thing , the good Alone can profit by . Alb . My ...
222. oldal
... Emma . When will you use them like your father , boy ? Alb . Some time , I hope . Emma . You brag ! There's not an archer In all Helvetia can compare with him . Alb . But I'm his son ; and when I am a man , I may be like him . Mother ...
... Emma . When will you use them like your father , boy ? Alb . Some time , I hope . Emma . You brag ! There's not an archer In all Helvetia can compare with him . Alb . But I'm his son ; and when I am a man , I may be like him . Mother ...
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Adras Adrastus Altorf arms art thou Aust Balt Baron Bert bless blood Blush Blushington brave Bris Brutus Cæsar Cassius Catiline Char child cold blood game Count Damon dare dear death dost thou Emma Enter Epirus Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Flor Florian Fred Fritz gentleman Gesler give Glan Glandoff goot Greg hand hath hear heart heaven honor king Lady Lady G liberty lictors little Lotta live Lochiel Lock look lord Mary Maurice Medon mercy mother murder never noble Norv Old F peace poor pray prince Procles revenge Rienzi Roderic Rome Sarnem Scene scorn Sheva Sir G slaves soldier soul speak sure sword Tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thought traitor Twill vengeance Vent villain Volscians wife word Zounds
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77. oldal - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
47. oldal - ... tis true, this god did shake ; His coward lips did from their colour fly; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre : I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried, " Give me some drink, Titinius,
47. oldal - Help me, Cassius, or I sink ! ' I, as ^Eneas our great ancestor • Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar. And this man Is now become a god, and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
48. 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.
77. oldal - Set in a note-book, learned and conned by rote, To cast into my teeth. O, I could weep My spirit from mine eyes! — There is my dagger, And here my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus...
75. 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...
47. oldal - Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow; so indeed he did. The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy; But ere we could arrive the point propos'd, Caesar cried, 'Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
72. oldal - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
47. oldal - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
75. oldal - I an itching palm? You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Or, by the gods, this speech were else your last.