Rhetorical Dialogues: Or, Dramatic Selections for the Use of Schools, Academies, and FamiliesDurrie, & Peck, 1839 - 514 oldal |
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18. oldal
... thou art , hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow . Proteus . Wilt thou be gone ? Sweet Valentine ,. PERICLES , PRINCE OF TYRE . HENRY IV . , PART II . TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA . Duchess of York . What's. ILLUSTRATIONS .
... thou art , hath in reason taken from me all ostentation of sorrow . Proteus . Wilt thou be gone ? Sweet Valentine ,. PERICLES , PRINCE OF TYRE . HENRY IV . , PART II . TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA . Duchess of York . What's. ILLUSTRATIONS .
19. oldal
... thou be gone ? Sweet Valentine , adieu ! Think on thy Proteus , when thou , haply , see'st Some rare note - worthy object in thy travel . RICHARD III . Son of Clarence . Why do you look on us and shake your head , And call us orphans ...
... thou be gone ? Sweet Valentine , adieu ! Think on thy Proteus , when thou , haply , see'st Some rare note - worthy object in thy travel . RICHARD III . Son of Clarence . Why do you look on us and shake your head , And call us orphans ...
33. oldal
... Thou must toil through a world full of dangers , my boy , Thy peace it may blight , and thy virtue destroy ; Nor wilt thou , alas ! be withheld from its snares By a mother's fond counsels , a mother's fond prayers . Yet fear not the God ...
... Thou must toil through a world full of dangers , my boy , Thy peace it may blight , and thy virtue destroy ; Nor wilt thou , alas ! be withheld from its snares By a mother's fond counsels , a mother's fond prayers . Yet fear not the God ...
33. oldal
... thou be deserted upon earth : None will regard thee ; thou wilt soon forget That thou hadst natural ties.- Child . Father ! Father ! Why do you look so terribly upon me ? You will not hurt me ? Father . Hurt thee , darling ? no ! Has ...
... thou be deserted upon earth : None will regard thee ; thou wilt soon forget That thou hadst natural ties.- Child . Father ! Father ! Why do you look so terribly upon me ? You will not hurt me ? Father . Hurt thee , darling ? no ! Has ...
33. oldal
... thou death telling seer ! gory Culloden so dreadful appear , Or if Draw , dotard , around thy old wavering sight , This mantle , to cover the phantoms of fright . Seer . Ha ! laughest thou , Lochiel , my vision to scorn ? Proud bird of ...
... thou death telling seer ! gory Culloden so dreadful appear , Or if Draw , dotard , around thy old wavering sight , This mantle , to cover the phantoms of fright . Seer . Ha ! laughest thou , Lochiel , my vision to scorn ? Proud bird of ...
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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.