Literary Class Book; Or, Readings in English Literature: To which is Prefixed an Introductory Treatise on the Art of Reading and the Principles of ElocutionSullivan, 1861 - 504 oldal |
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60. oldal
... tears shed in silence for the misery of others ' , a private desire of resentment broken and subdued` , an unfeigned exercise of humility , or of any other virtue , are such actions as denominate men great and reputable . 8. To acquire ...
... tears shed in silence for the misery of others ' , a private desire of resentment broken and subdued` , an unfeigned exercise of humility , or of any other virtue , are such actions as denominate men great and reputable . 8. To acquire ...
80. oldal
... tears . The forehead wrinkled into frowns , and the eyebrows overhanging the eyes , like clouds , fraught with tempest , show a mind agitated with fury . Above all , the eye shows the very spirit in a visible form . In every different ...
... tears . The forehead wrinkled into frowns , and the eyebrows overhanging the eyes , like clouds , fraught with tempest , show a mind agitated with fury . Above all , the eye shows the very spirit in a visible form . In every different ...
89. oldal
... tears his bowels , that he is under a canopy of crimson velvet fringed with gold ? When the pangs of the gout Anguish . extort from him groans of agony , do the titles of Highness or Majesty come sweetly into his ear ? he is agitated ...
... tears his bowels , that he is under a canopy of crimson velvet fringed with gold ? When the pangs of the gout Anguish . extort from him groans of agony , do the titles of Highness or Majesty come sweetly into his ear ? he is agitated ...
97. oldal
... tears his body from the grave ; When what t ' oblivion better were resign'd , Is hung on high to poison half mankind . Contempt . Approbation . Aversion . Blaming . All fame is foreign ; but of true desert ; Plays round the head ; but ...
... tears his body from the grave ; When what t ' oblivion better were resign'd , Is hung on high to poison half mankind . Contempt . Approbation . Aversion . Blaming . All fame is foreign ; but of true desert ; Plays round the head ; but ...
102. oldal
... tears to see , Embitters all thy woes by naming me . Pity . Narration . The thoughts of glory past , and present shame , A thousand griefs shall waken at the name ! May I lie cold before that dreadful day , Press'd with a load of ...
... tears to see , Embitters all thy woes by naming me . Pity . Narration . The thoughts of glory past , and present shame , A thousand griefs shall waken at the name ! May I lie cold before that dreadful day , Press'd with a load of ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
436. oldal - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
389. oldal - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
497. oldal - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
331. oldal - Reading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit: and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not. Histories make men wise; poets witty; the mathematics subtile; natural philosophy deep; moral grave; logic and rhetoric able to contend.
220. oldal - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense : Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar : When Ajax strives some rock's vast- weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow ; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
71. oldal - He, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
460. oldal - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods...
496. oldal - And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
387. oldal - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
387. oldal - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.